Greetings

Looking up at Katie, it suddenly became very hard not to let her feel how sick he felt at the moment. Surely it would pass, right? Maybe it had nothing to do with their connection or this invisible virus Rick kept talking about. Maybe he just had a bug or something.

"Um... yeah... why don't we eat lunch here? Then I can actually get my work done today that I missed while taking my cat nap."

Whatever was bothering him though, refused to leave him in peace when thinking about food. Dinner tonight with Katie sounded great... except for the dinner part. Along with a new lurch to his stomach, another pain shoots through his skull. And this time... he knew he'd had no control over it and he knew that Katie felt it too.

Dropping his gaze to his desk, he focuses on some paperwork, hoping maybe, just maybe by a slim chance, she wouldn't have noticed he felt as poorly as he did. "I think there were a couple sandwiches left in the kitchen," he mentions. "And Susanne brought cookies earlier."


"Yeah, put the rest of 'em out, then after Dylan is done with the stalls, move those mares back in here." Mick takes off his gloves as he gives directions. "I'll be back in a bit."

Heading out of the barn and towards the main office, he stops, spotting two figures he did not recognize, walking up the driveway. At first, he's curious, then as he realizes it's a woman and a girl, a small smile comes to his lips.

Leaving his work be for now, he tucks his gloves in his back pocket and aims for the newcomers instead. His expression was a pleasant one... he was glad they were here, and glad they would finally have an extra pair of eyes around here.

Approaching both of them, he stops and smiles, extending his hand. "Howdy. You must be Stacy and... Ashlee, right?" He offers his hand to the girl too, giving her a little wink. "Glad you two made it. I'm Mick Henson."