Vaguely familiar

Not even sure of Reese was going to be able to communicate with Trey did make him uneasy, but no matter what, they'd work this out. One way or the other, it would work.

Giving Angelica's hand an encouraging squeeze, all they have left to do is wait. Once she spots her cousin, Reese stands with her, though he lets her take the lead. The last thing he wanted to do was scare off the young man. Though as Trey neared, Reese wondered if there was more spite than fear there.

Realizing that Trey had understood Angelica's English, yet had replied in Spanish, Reese's eyes narrow just a little. He was glad when she asked Trey to speak in English too - that was now one less thing they needed to worry about. However... Reese looks at him a little closer, studying his dark eyes. There was bad attitude there and Reese had a very low tolerance for that. But... he'd agreed to this whole thing and was going to see it through. Trey had good, clear English, but poor attitude.

Sighing, Reese musters up somewhat of a smile as he steps closer to Angelica to make his presence known. "Trey... I'm Mike Reese. Welcome." He cocks his head. "No, I'd rather not stand here all day myself, so let's go get your things."

Walking forward, he glances to Trey again. Something about the young man seemed vaguely familiar and he wondered if maybe there was more to his story than they knew - that perhaps Reese had come across a file on him at some point. "First time back to the US?"


Alec eyes Ryan as she starts to laugh, wondering what she found so funny. Then looking down, he tries to see the handprint. Sure enough, he could just make out where her hand had been lying, protecting only that part of his skin from a nice sunburn. No wonder he felt sore. "Aww man!"

Grinning, then laughing, he shakes his head. "Next time, I'm picking somewhere in the shade." He takes a look at his arms and his feet, smirking. "I haven't been sunburned in years."

Sighing, he sits up straight and shakes sand from his hair. The sunburn hurt - a lot. "This calls for ice cream... and later lots and lost of lotion."


Chance chuckles. "Dear makes me feel old." Forcing himself to smile and forget about all that was on his mind, he goes for his sandwich too. "I think I'm more of a "sweetheart" or "love.""

Giving Destiny a little elbow, he winks at her before planting a kiss on her cheek. "Just don't call me late for dinner and I'll be happy."