-~Marylin Burnsworth~-
May grinned slightly when he smiled. When he outstretched his hand, she gladly took it, smiling. "You're a life-saver." She exaggerated but got herself up and had to once again push her glass up. She knew she should have worn contacts today. Shrugging off the thought with an oh well, she heard Bradley compliment her on her habit. May felt her cheeks grow warm, and really hoped that nobody noticed the pink tint that now decorated her face. "Well, then I guess tripping every now and then isn't so bad." She said a joking smile coming into view. She cleared her throat and rolled up the sleeves on her shirt, avoiding looking Bradley in the eyes. Don't read to much into it. You will end up leaving sooner or later, so don't make it hard! And they don't know you. If they did, exactly what would they think? May was thinking again, and it was bumming her mood. She shook her head and put on a bright smile instead. "Is that the cafe up there?" She asked pointing to the building up ahead that had a coffee cup painting on the window. She was tempted to go and see how the picture was painted. She had a lot of interest in art, all types. Ranging from sculptures to paintings and from paintings to graffiti. She remembered a time when her brother had shown her how to tag a wall on an abandoned building when she was younger. She almost laughed out loud when she remembered her experience, then thought she would look weird if she actually laughed. Instead, May calmly waited for one of her two companions to answer. However, as May realized after getting out of her thoughts, she was already walking over there.
._Kyler Summers_.
Kyle watched Echo with slight interest. It wasn't everyday you saw a well-off, rich lady from out of town. He got tired of doing that, so he looked towards DJ, smiling slightly in amusement when she saw how irritated she looked. But he only guessed she was irritated from how she looked for her keys and her expression on her face. He could kind of read people like an open book, only after he talked with them a bit though. He drank some more of his coffee and stood up, stretching out his legs so there wouldn't be a chance for him to fall flat on his face. He put the acoustic's strap around his neck so he didn't have to hold it continuously. He looked up from the strings, which he was now strumming softly, and smiled at DJ. "Want me to check them out when they find what they are looking for?" He asked, wondering if DJ actually wanted any contact what-so-ever with Echo.
_-Lucas James Wayland-_
"Yes sir. I understand. I will find her, that's a given. Of course we will return soon, but she is quite stubborn, I'm not sure how early we can get back, but I will definitely let you know before hand. Yes. Good-bye sir." Luke hung up on his father with a dis-satisfied sigh. "Why did she pick now of all times to disappear?" He growled slightly, and lit a cigarette. "Sir, that will make the car smell,..well it will stink up the car." Luke sighed again, this time a tired one. "Yes, yes. I'm aware. But just let me have a moment." He said and got a nod from his driver. He really did not like riding back seat for four hours straight, and going by GPS he apparently had about two more to go before they arrived at the hotel they would be staying at. After that it was off to some place named Corkstown.
After smothering the cigarette in the ash tray, Luke flicked it out the window. The last thing he needed was a wild fire, cause by a Wayland in the middle of no-where so he had also dipped it into a old water-bottle, just for extra caution. Luke rested his head in his hand and sighed. He ended up drifting off into a light sleep.
