Time, Pashents, and Care

Once outside Katie gives a nod and a smile to Hunter. It had been a nice time and she'd enjoyed it. Now the night was ending and she wondered would this be the end of there friendship or would there paths cross again? Would one or the other really call or was it just something people said? Katie didn't know but there was always the possibility.

   "See ya around. Try not to get into anymore trouble. Arresting you would be awkward now."

Giving a grin and getting into her car Katie waved. The drive home would be a slower one because she was slightly tired, but it felt good non the less to have hung out with someone tonight and not be stuck doing something alone. It defiantly felt good, and knowing it felt good...having felt that emotion even more a moment...felt even better!

Glancing up at Mick from her paperwork Rosetta had been listing to everything he had said and her heart went out to him. She new and it was easy to see how despret he wanted to know him son, to connect to him and be close to him. It just wasn't working out that way. Rosetta herself had hoped once Dylan was well and out and about again they would have a little more contact but it just didn't work out that way.

   "You're still not doing anything wrong, Dylan just... I don't know. I don't have an explanation for why he wont get to close to anyone. Even Sparky he talks to but isn't close."

Laying her pen down and standing up Rosetta walks over to Mick and lays a hand on his arm looking up into her husbands eyes. She new she'd said it before and now it didn't make it any better but maybe Dylan just needed more time.

   "Just don't get to frustrated with him. Keep trying and it will show Dylan you really do care and want to be there for him. Maybe right now he just...not sure."

Sitting down next to Eric and starting on the saddle Ashlee rubs the oil into it gently working very diligently, and with great care. The smell, the way the saddle leather looked at you rubbing the oil into it, it was a little bit of everything that she liked.

   "Mmmm...I think if I was asked I like the smell the most. I don't know why it's just...nice I guess."

Continuing on the saddle Ashlee listens to Eric talk about racing. It sounded fun, dangerous, but fun at the same time. Feeling free, and just hitting the track. Ashlee couldn't help but wonder what the feel of the wind through her hair would feel like, and running top speed twords a destination.

   "What was the best thing for you about racing?"