Mina smiled.
"Well, I have a cat named Minko, but she's more like a dog. I love her to death. I moved here six years ago, after my mom died. She died in a car accident, while I was in the car." she said, getting a slightly guarded, distant look. "I still remember her death like it was yesterday." she said with a shudder. "On a lighter note, me and my father moved here, hoping to start over. He gave me a cat that his friend didn't want anymore and we tried to piece back together our lives. I got into reading, he got into electronics. I started training seeing-eye dogs and bringing in Minko to cheer up sick people." She said, her smile coming back.

Kier shrugged and grinned a little, indicating that he didn't take what he was about to describe too seriously and he didn't expect Torrie to either.

"Well basically," he said, "I wanted to explore some sort of relationship complication that you don't usually hear about. So I came up with the idea of a guy who's previous wife, fiancee, lover or whatever, had tragically died. Yeah I know, happy stuff right? But the point of the song would be that although he'd met someone new, and had fallen in love with that person, he could never promise to love this new person exclusively because technically he'd never fallen out of love with the old person, and a part of his heart still belonged to her."

He chuckled at the hopelessness of his own description.

"But you see," he went on, "I can't even describe it properly, let alone write decent lyrics about it, because it's a position unlike anything I've ever been in myself."

Looking up at Torrie again his smile steadied a little, and almost against his better sense he slid his hand across the table and placed it over hers.

"And I suppose it's ironic," he said, "that the position I'm in now is one that literally thousands of songs have been written about, but I don't know how many people have actually been in it."

jace listened carefully holding into every word so he wouldn't forget ut. When she mentioned her mother jace saw her eyes they changed slightly without thinking he reached out and grabbed get hand gently in his own. " I'm sorry to hear that. Its terrible to lose some one you care for.." He looked into her eyes gently. "thats really cool."he said not releasing her hand. "about you training dogs i mean".

Mina smiled.
"Yeah. A lot of the dogs I train were abused and it takes a lot for them not to still be scared of humans. I'm thinking about keeping one of the golden retriever that I'm training, but Minko is such a big bully, I'm scared of the little kitty hurting him." She said, brushing back some of her auburn hair again. She smiled at their hands before saying, "Anyways, what about you?"

She thought it was ironic that the song he was truing to describe, was almost exactly how her life was. When he mentioned their situations now, and how it was ironic, she couldn't help but laugh. She smiled and squeezed his hand gently. She smile and thought to herself, "Maybe I could help once he knows my story later."

"So Kier tell me about yourself?", She didn't know what she would say to him when he asked, but it would be along the truth.

Jace smiled as he listened. "Thats actually a funny image a kitten beating up a dog." He thought hard about what to say when Amy showed up. "Here are your drinks sorry it took so long. Now what can i get you to eat?" she asked with a smile on her face. Jace looked up at her and smiled. Ill have the cheeseburger and fries please." he looked over at Mina as he waited for her to order. Amy nodded "ok and you miss?"

Jenson peered behind her shoulder to watch Zachary stack boxes. So...cute. She grinned at her thought and then about the fact that she couldn't read his mind. Her eyebrows lowered, it was weird, she had never not been able to read someone's mind before. She decided to try it again. She pushed into his head as hard as she could, closing her eyes to concentrate. She wanted his ideas, his memories. She wanted to know the things that he wouldn't be willing to tell her. She sighed, failing. She cursed herself under her breath, wondering what the reason was. Maybe he is the one..." She thought turning back to the stack of games in front of her. She began placing them in the proper places before glancing back at Zachary again to talk. "What do you wanna do when we finish cleaning?" She asked.

"Seems there's not much to tell," Kier said with a subtle smile, "I went into plumbing with my uncle which was going to be a steady job, but then I discovered I liked music better, which of course is not a steady job. So now I'm just waiting to see which side of the fence I eventually fall on - plumbing or music. So in a way, it's a relief to know that fate is willing to step in an point me in the right direction every now and then."

He barely noticed as the food arrived, absorbed as he was in his conversation with Torrie. Her eyes held him like he couldn't even describe.

"So how about you? And just because I can describe my life in a nutshell in ten seconds, don't feel like you have to pack it in like that, I'm sure yours is a more interesting story".

Glancing over his shoulder at Jenson, Zachary turned back to the games in front of him. "Doesn't really matter to me. We can talk, screw around on the Xbox, make out-" He laughed and looked back over at Jenson. "You know that was a joke, right?" Finishing the "R" stack, Zach moved onto the next one. He repeated the process again, but while he was alphabetizing, he couldn't help but think about what would happen if he and Jen really did kiss after this. Zachary didn't have a lot of experience in that department, and just the idea of making a fool of himself in front of Jenson was making him blush. But, maybe she would be patient with him and become his guide. Who knows? Zachary thought as he switched positions so he was facing his guest. Legs crossed, hands in his lap, and head down, he said quietly, "Jen...I really appreciate you coming over and helping me. I know I've been showing my gratitude since you walked through the door, but that's how thankful I am." Zach looked up shyly and gave Jenson a small smile.

As their food arived Kier told her about plumbing and music. She couldn't help but hear her fathers voice in her head, "Why would he let such a silly thing come between a decent job. It's not like he could not do music on the side.". Her father had been an extremely successful and wealthy business man, who always made smart choices. She couldn't help but slightly agree with her father. tho only think that didn't let her completely agree, was the notion that Kier really liked music.

She could tell that Kier was a man motivated by things he loved to do. If he didn't like it, at least, he wouldn't do a good job at it. And she could tell by the tones in his voice that he would be an excellent singer. Yet she wondered why he didn't really do plumbing more often. Before she could ask, he asked about her life, but she wanted to know about him still, and so she voiced her concern. "Before I tell you some information about my self, I would like to know one more thing. If you do not mind my asking, why do you not be a plumber as well as a musician?"

Unable to resist her chicken and potatoes' aroma any longer she picked up her spoon and started eating the potatoes. It wasn't as fast as her normal style of eating. She had been trained as a lady, and as such she would eat slower in the presence of company. But as years passed, her manners changed slightly for the times. This being said she still didn't want to freak Kier out by devouring her food too quickly. Her pack always said that she was going to get hiccups or worse from eating her food so fast. So she ate at a relatively normal, but slightly faster than a normal guy.

Kier chucked yet again. It was a very common sense question she was asking, and one which he had tried to answer - and put the answer into action - quite a few times. But she was becoming so familiar to him, and he felt so remarkably comfortable in her presence, he didn't mind answering at all.

"Problem with that," he said, "is that plumbing and music have one thing in common. You tell yourself you're going to dip your toes, or just try to do it in moderation, and it runs away with you. You turn up at someone's house at 4 in the afternoon to repair a leaking shower, and then as your working a pipe moves causing a rusted joint to break and before you know it you're fitting a whole new water tank. You end up with time for nothing else. Music's the same, you tell yourself 'I'll just sit down for an hour and try to get some lyrics to this song', and then four hours later you're still staring at a blank piece of paper."

He tucked into the sandwich, the smell of it reminding him just how hungry he really was.

Jenson finished organizing the A-B's and turned around to see Zach sitting behind her. She giggled at his previous "joke" about making out. She grinned evily at her thoughts and nodded to herself confirming the idea. She scooted over the few feet between them and eased her legs around his to sit in his lap and face him. She was still grinning, the emotion unable to change. "Well, I liked that last idea." She winked at him and placed his hands on her lower waist, her own going to hold his shoulders. "And your welcome, I don't mind helping you out." Her golden eyes looked deeply into his eyes, seeming to look right through his soul being such a piercing gold that they were.

Holy...shit... Zach heard his heart scream as a crimson stain crept across his face. What the hell was Jen doing? Well, he knew what she was doing, but why was she doing it? He didn't even know how old she was! Despite the pleading of her eyes, his conscience and...a body part...Zachary took his shaking hands away from Jenson's waist and slowly pushed on her shoulders, forcing her off of him. He refused to look at her face and therefore at her beautiful eyes, just in case she showed hurt or confusion. That would only kill Zach, and then he'd have no choice but to go along with what Jenson apparently wanted. Taking a shaky breath, Zachary stood up and exited the room, going down the stairs and not stopping until he was on his porch.

Reaching into his pocket for a cigarette and his lighter, Zach gazed into the woods in front of him, trying to still his beating heart. It had barely calmed when he breathed out his first puff of smoke; smoking outside while he had a visiter was something he had taught himself after an old roommate's girlfriend went balistic on him.

Jenson raised an eyebrow, slowly standing up and straightening her back bone. She looked around the room for a second then went down the stairs, her hand sliding on the rail next to her. She stopped at the edge of the stairs, seeing that he was outside. She noticed a trail of smoke and she grinned. She pulled out her box and took out a slim ciggarette then replaced the box back in her pocket. In the other, she retrieved her lighter as her other hand turned the knob to go outside.

The slim tobacco proudct was already in her mouth and Jenson flicked her Bic lighter. She eased back against the wall, her golden eyes finally meeting his figure. She still had an eyebrow raised but finally it lowered when she spoke. "What was that all about?"

Jolting in surprise, Zachary stuck his cigarette back in his mouth, not exactly wishing to talk at the moment. He wasn't quite ready to explain his actions yet, and he might have to admit The Secret, as he and Vixen referred to it; his brother was the only one he'd trust with it. After a short, tense pause, Zach inhaled once again and removed the cigarette from his mouth, blowing smoke into the air. Still not turning to face Jenson, he began. "...I got nervous. Too many thoughts and feelings drove me out here, of all places, not to mention the fact that we just met." He sighed. "By the way...how old are you?" Zach dared to turn around and raised the nicotine stick again. It surprised him a little to see Jen smoking as well, but it relieved him to see that he could smoke inside. That's just where Zachary started to head. "Come back in. I hate being outside, usually..."

Jenson sighed and followed him inside of the house. She figured that he didn't mind the smoking inside of the house. Seeing him now for some reason she felt a bit awkward. She had never seen anyone react to her negatively and she really didn't know how to take it. She Inhaled more of her beloved cancer stick before she spoke, "So...you don't like me." she concluded out loud. Her eyes didn't meet his, they stayed on the ground as she continued. "Maybe I should just go..."

Torrie's eyes showed she was listening as he spoke. she could feel him getting slightly more relaxed, and she was glad. while She talked she tried to decide what to say about herself. She still wasn't sure how to put it when she would tell him. Her mind was racing with possibilities. She decided to be honest about her dead parents, and tell him she was 21. she had just had a birthday, which was true; she would have turned 75 a few weeks ago.

When he finished speaking, she nodded her head in understanding. She had many a days forgotten to meet up with the other pack members, because she was off exploring or hunting. She gave him a warm smile which was rare for her, but so was this whole experience. she sighed happily, and took a bite out of her chicken, since she had long ago finished her potatoes. She giggled a bit when she looked up to see him eating his sandwich. grabbing a napkin, and taking a drink, she decided to shed some light on her past for him.

"I really do not have much to tell you about my past, because I am not sure I am really ready to talk about it with you. It is kind of a painful past. I have a feeling you will be great to talk about it with but it is only the first day, so I will Only tell you a few things. First, I am 21 years old. My parents passed away, and I have no siblings. My father was wealthy, but I feel bad using my parents wealth in a spoiled way, and so in the bank it sits. I live with my friends, who are like family to me, and we move around quite a bit, but we have decided to stay here for the school year at least. Everything she had said was true besides her age which was true just the same, because thats how old her body thought it was. "Is there any other information that you would like to know about me?" When she finished talking she took another bite of her chicken, and continued until the chicken was no more, and all that was left was the bone. She picked up her napkin and wiped off her face, and hands, before taking another gulp of water. The waitress returned asking if they needed anything, and refiled Torrie's glass.

"What? No, Jen, that's not what I was trying to imply!" Zachary left his still burning cigarette in the ashtray on the kitchen counter, then turned back to face Jenson. "Don't leave. I'm just...not a romantic guy..." He looked off to the side, trying to keep himself from turning red. Really, for all he knew, he was expected to follow Jenson's lead. Or was he supposed to kick her out of the house, like she thought he would do? Zach was beginning to get a headache from thinking of all the possibilities.

Walking over to the fridge and opening it wide, Zach snatched two beers from the cooling unit. It had been a while since he had last endulged in the god-given escape of alcohol, but this seemed like a good time to do it again. Turning to Jenson and smiling kindly, Zachary said, "Alright, I would be more than happy to give you a beer, but I need to see some ID first! Nah, just kidding, take it, but seriously how old are you? You didn't answer me before." He held out the beverage to his guest.

Jenson raised her eyebrows when he revealed the chilled beer cans. She took it and opened it, quickly taking four or five gulps before looking back to him, a grimace on her face. Her age wasn't really a topic that she enjoyed. She had been a werewolf for a long time and that made her alot more mature for her age. She cleared her throat, replaying her thoughts over again in her head. She was trying to decide whether or not to lie to him, but if he really was the one, she wouldn't feel right bulding their relationship on lies. She found herself speaking after a long pause of silence. "Thanks for that....and I'm seventeen." Her golden eyes trailed from her drink to watch his face. She sighed, seeing his reaction. He was obviously alot older then her and probably didn't want her hanging around, much less contributing to the delequency of a minor. She set the can on his counter and turned on her heel. "I guess that's my que to leave." She said, refering to his reaction to her age.