”“So?” Frankie’s expression turned to stone, removing the defiance from Scott’s face.“An, so, I just don’t see why I should… should c...re, that’s all.” Scott looked down and cleared his throat.“Scott,” Frankie said, “you’re going to withdraw eight-thousand dollars from your account and buy the fucking weed from us. I’m not talking about this anymore.”“Bu–”“I said I’m done fucking talking. Jesus, if I knew you were such a whiney little bitch, I would’ve never had sex with you. Look, there’s an. It’s a small town but it grows on you. The people grow on you.” The tone in his voice makes me wonder if he is actually flirting with me. Surely it’s not going to be this easy. I figured I was going to have to work much harder to get this sexy man into my boudoir. I decide to find out of he really is flirting with me. If you’re going to do it why not do it all the way, right? I smile up at him and I feel the heat in my cheeks; I’m hoping I don’t look like a bright red tomato. I want him. She picked it up, and set it on the table. Turning back to the replicator, she took the drinks and set them on the table, as well. Two had red straws, and the third had a blue one. Setting the drinks down, she grabbed the breadsticks and then got some plates and forks. As she was setting the plates down her door chimed."Come in."The door opened and Kathleen walked in, her ponytail bouncing on her head. "Hey, Tina ... oh that smells good." Hi, Kathy. Grab a spot. The blue straw is your Pepsi.. I'd found my phone among the packs sitting outside; I tucked it into a pocket without a word. I couldn't bear to know what song Alistair had chosen to send me a message with this time; not yet, anyway.It was a pleasant morning, and even the endless walking didn't seem quite so bad. It wasn't precisely warm, but the sun was up and took the worst of the chill out of the air, and the humidity rose the closer we got to Lake Calenhad. I thought ahead to reaching the lake, and decided I'd try to find.