"Sure is a nice night, don't you think so little crow?" I asked as I drank some wine from my glass. I looked away for a bit."It surely is. Thank you f...r feeding me and my family every Friday. And for the wine. Oh, and spaghetti. It's delicious." I gasped!"What?!" I asked as I turned my head into the direction the voice had come from. Another man sat in the other chair. "That was you?!" I asked in bewilderment.He smirked. "Yes, that's me. I'm Ian by the way. Ian Somerhalder." he said and held. Uh oh, Alastair thought, she is trouble in a small, cute package.“Maybe it’s your fault, then,” Sada said, eying him. “Maybe I was wrong to be inspired by you.”Alastair snorted. “I’m better than all of these chumps here. You know that…it’s why you wanted me to come see you.”“I did not!” Sada protested.Alastair turned his gaze on hers, and she blushed. Surprisingly, she didn’t seem upset that he had turned the tables on her. Rather she perked up further, her smile broadening until her teeth. That evening started discussions that lasted several days and, once again, these women managed to surprise me. Maybe because of their longevity, these women are very capable of spending their days in several relaxing ways, but once they become focused, they can achieve quite a lot in a very short time. Plans were made and rejected. New plans were then made, re-made and corrected until there finally was something that might work. Finally, there was an outline of a plan that might work - or it. "We won't be able to get away from each other." I guess, but I still wanted to hear it." Seth ran a hand along the neck of his father's old guitar. Their minds must have been following the same track because when Greg continued he echoed Seth's thoughts." ... but the truth is things will be different when we get there." Your friends" I suppose, yeh, but other things too Seth." Greg turned to prop his acoustic against the corner of the desk and reached for Hal's electric. He snapped on the amp.