"I love going to breakfast and having men spend all their money on me," Kahara quipped cheerfully. She looked over at ..:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" />Marshall, his expression a little glum. He motioned for the waiter. "What's the matter?" she said. " I was just joking. I can pay my own way if that's a problem."..:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />

 "No, I have it."

"I don't need you to pay for me," she said. "I don't need a man to do anything for me. I don't need a man period," she said.

"Who are you kidding?" he quipped as the waiter walked up. "Look I'll have another cup of coffee and the check please," he said to the waiter.

Marshall's statement caught Kahara off guard and left her feeling a little insulted. "You know these assessments you keep making about me are a getting little irritating."

"What assessment - what are you talking about?" he asked looking confused.

"The one you made last night about me not knowing anyone."

"Do you know someone here?"

"No, but that's not the point - you don't know that."

"Alright," he said calmly.

"So you can't jump to any conclusions about me."

"That's right," he nodded.

"You need to get to know me first," she said, with finality sitting back in her seat folding her arms.

"Ok," he said pausing. "I'ma get to know you real well before the weekends out."

"No you're not," she said sternly.

He sighed. "Yeah, this is pretty much wrapped up. I can always tell." He looked her directly in the eye. "You're hungry."

 "Listen, I don't like your attitude," she said, frowning as the waiter walked up.

Marshall ignored her, counted out his money, and paid the waiter.

"Look you know something," she said, "you're arrogant as hell - don't flatter yourself."

"Ok, I won't," he said. The waiter left their table smiling to himself. "I'd give it to Friday," he said under his breath.