Busy

Quinn had already spotted the young woman through his peripheral vision, so he wasn't taken by surprise when he heard her voice. What did surprise him though was her obvious love of Ricky Nelson too.

He grins, still eying the album. "You have good taste."

Finally looking up, his eyes smile more than his mouth does, and his gaze seems far away, yet very near and almost probing but not invading. "The trunk of my car is full as it is, but... there's always room for one more record."

Slipping the record back in its spot, he remembers where it is in case he does buy it, and he thumbs through some more titles. Glancing to the employee again, his gaze gives her face a quick study, her leather band not escaping him. Nor did her looks.

Going back to the records, he speaks while sifting through the records. "So... Anastasia... I'm new in town. I've obviously found a hot spot for good music, but where's a body go around here to just sit and unwind?"


Axel looks quickly to Ryan, trying to regain some control over his thoughts, but he wasn't very successful. "No... no it's not," he answers vaguely.

Wiping his hands on a rag, he looks at the car he'd been working on, then back to Ryan. Putting a hand to his head, he runs his thumb over his forehead, trying to concentrate. "I'm fine... I will be. Just... some news threw me for a loop, that's all. I could um... use some help over here though, when you're done with your car."


Justin chuckles, recognizing Beth's awkwardness, though he wasn't quite sure how to solve it at this point. "Hmm, well..." He scrapes off the last bit of pie and sets aside his plate. Turning a little more to be completely sideways on the couch, he draws up his knees and wraps his arms around them.

"I like... taking walks... playing with my two girls... um..." He chuckles again. "I guess I don't give myself much free time in between my work at Brookshire and all the odd jobs I take on. But... it keeps me busy." Maybe someday he'd admit to himself that he enjoyed surrounding himself with work so he wouldn't have time for a social life. At least he did now. Perhaps that look in his eye, the tattoos on his arm and his learned quietness proved that not so long ago he'd had much more of that social life than he currently did.