Robert
As promised of her, Dimitra was at the church bright and early on Sunday morning. She'd even set about wearing her best clothes— a white top and a blue skirt; the least flashy clothes she had. She hadn't forgone the giant earrings, nor the necklace and bracelets. She'd hardly tamed her curls with much more than a bandana, but it was the thought that counted. 

She was one of the first there. She spotted a few familiar faces; Dallas Sinclair, the local carpenter, had his head bowed already towards the front. She chose a seat in the very front pew, one leg crossed over the other and eyes focused on the stained glass windows and the candles and all. 

She was looking around for Abel, of course; she was excited for his little sermon— he'd been trying to get her into the damned building for months, and here she was. Signed, sealed, and delivered, just like he'd asked.
Janice
Abel had been preparing his sermon today for a while, he had been wanting to touch more on the werewolves, and how faith could giude them through it. He knew that times were getting tougher, and it was harder to have faith in a time like this. 

He made his way out of the back room and into the main part of the church so that he could put his papers up on the stand and look around at everyone that was lining the pews. His eyes scanned over the many people in the room, noting that Dallas had made his way back to sermon, which was a relief, because he was getting a little worried about him too, as he was for April. 

But as his eyes made their way up to the front, he noticed another familiar face and a slow grin spread across his face as he stepped down from the front, to greet her in the few moments he had before his sermon. Making his way over to Dimitra, he crossed his arms over his chest. 

"Well, you actually showed up." He said with a small smirk. "I can't say I'm not surprised." He said as he took a seat next to her, and looked over over once. "You look nice, like a regular church goer.. Almost."
Robert
She uncrossed her legs and turned to face him more as he took a seat. Her eyes glanced over his clothes and she couldn't help but snicker. "Stuffier than usual, Pastor." She commented, nudging him with her elbow. "Oh, you like my costume?" 

Dimitra knew she was being a bit... Well, difficult on purpose. She couldn't help it. Abel was too much fun to poke and prod at, she enjoyed doing so as often as possible. 

"I wore it just for you. Try to make myself look more... Presentable." She snickered and crossed her one leg over the other once more. "Don't forget, though. You'll have to live up to your end of the bargain later." She raised her eyebrows. She wasn't about to let him get out of this easily. "Let's see if you can make me see the light, hm?" She was honestly excited to hear what would come out of his mouth.
Janice
He looked down at his own clothes, "Yeah, it's my Sunday best. That tends to be more formal than every day wear." He said as he ran a hand through his hair and nodded, "I do actually, your clothes are nice, but I appreciate you tuning it down for the service." He said with a small grin. 

Despite her difficult nature, he had to admit he was pleased she was here, and he was having a hard time not letting it shine through. He felt as though he was possible getting through to someone, and well.. Obviously that's what made him happy about this situation. 

"Well, I'm honored. It worked." He said rolling his eyes, as he thought about her request. "I thought I already did?" He asked furrowing a brow, groaning as he realized he was expected to take a sip once more. "Stay after service then." 

He stood up and looked down at her, "Well, service is about to start, so.." He cleared his throat. "I'm going to go give it, and then ah.. I will talk to you after, hm?" He asked as he gave her another nod, and made his way back up to the front. 

He shuffled some papers and took another glance at her before he continued to look through them, picking his place to start, before calling everyone's attention to the front.
Robert
She crossed her arms over her chest, eyebrow raised as he spoke to her. She was amused, observing how excited he seemed to be that she'd shown up at all. She supposed he must be absolutely bursting at the seams, thinking he'd managed to use his big theological talk to persuade her to join the formal church. 

"Better make it worth my while," She said, waving her fingers before Abel departed from her side and made his way to the front. She chuckled to herself, watching a few last stragglers make their way into the pews to attend the sermon for today. When his eyes glanced up at her, she gave him a wink and then laughed behind her hand. 

She couldn't help but think it was a little funny, him standing up there all... Official and all. She cocked her head, sitting up a little straighter as she waited for him to begin to speak.
Janice
He rolled his eyes at her suggestion that he make it worth her while, though a part of him did intend to make the sermon, at the very least, more impassioned than usual. Something that given his track record of passion in his sermons, might prove a bit hard to do. Making his way up to the booth to speak, he cleared his throat as he looked around at the congregation before him as they all began to quiet down as he stood before them. 

This was his element, this was where he felt most competent, and where he knew that he could speak like he knew what he was saying. That idea did make him feel pretty confident that at the very least he could probably impress her, and then at the most get through to her. As a start at least. 

He cleared his throat as he looked down at his notes. "I wanna thank everyone for being here today, because well.. I know that times are tough right now, and it's hard to manage up enough faith to stay committed to something like church.. When your friends and family are being attack, and your in a constant state of fear, what could be less important than a once a week trip to something that you could do at home." He said as he looked out at those around him. 

"Worship is a private thing, and the way that you communicate with God.." He put his hands up. "Can be a private thing too, but the fact of the matter is, this church is more than that. It's about community, it's about coming together to show God, we are his loyal servants, and if not us, who then?" He asked as he cleared his throat and looked down at his notes, an unfamiliar nervousness settling over him as he spoke. 

"Briar Ridge is under attack, by wolves yes, but by sin too." He said as moved from his place on the podium, taking in a deep breath as he left his notes behind in an attempt to regain his confidence. "Sin, it's all around us. In our homes, in our work, and even here.. Each and everyone of us a sinner, each and every one of us has something to repent for.. Lust, Greed, Glutt

Ony.. All of it. And this sin that is plaguing out community, is the cause of all that is wrong with Briar Ridge." 

He said as his voice grew louder, the more confident he got. "Is it any coincidence that as new travelers find their way into our town, spreading their sin from person to person, we find ourselves under attack? No! God is testing us, and punishing others. Punishing our community for the sins of our community, and there's only one way to stop it." 

He looked out at the crowd, and as he met Dimitra's eyes again, he smiled a bit before he continued his speech. "We have to fight back, both against this curse and against the sin that has caused it! We cannot sit back and watch as our friends, our family, and our loved ones fall victim to this curse. We have to eliminate the problem at its source." He said as he took in another deep breath. 

"I find it interesting, and I think it speaks volumes that each month, like clockwork, these monsters come back, their numbers growing as sin breeds it's way into our community!" He said slapping his hand down on the podium. "We need to kill these wolves and kill the sin in our community, we need to turn back to our ways of love, and God, and community. We need to band together and figure this out, before God decided we are unworthy and wipes Briar Ridge off the map for good. Because though our God is loving and kind, he is also wrathful and despises sin! When his children disappoints him, he does not shy away from punishment, just as any father should be!" He said as he continued. 

The sermon continued like this for a while, Abel getting more and more impassioned as he went on. About sin, about life and about their community.

As he wrapped up, he made his way back into the crowd, talking with people, shaking hands and ultimately beaming from what he saw as a fairly successful service, and he snuck a glance over at the reason for his pride in that moment. He couldn't help but cut his usual chatter short as people filed out of the church, making his way over to Dimitra and taking in a deep breath. 

"Well.." He asked slipping his hands into his pockets, "What did you think?" He asked with a brow arched.
Robert
Dimitra sat there, arms crossed, watching as Abel ranted and raved. He reminded her of all those funny politicians; standing at the podium, speaking to crowds, spinning fantastic words to sway them this way or that. She supposed that was what a lot of the world was like; persuading others to think like you, follow you, be like everyone else. Dimitra had never quite liked prescribing to one thing— she'd preferred the free-flowing, organic movements of music and art and love and freedom. Rules were chains, they were arbitrary. God was to love, God was not to fear. Not in her books. 

Her eyes flickered around the room. All this werewolf talk had people frightened. The memories of the beasts crashing through windows, chewing up people and spitting them back out again. Her eyes flickered to Dallas Sinclair down the pew from her, his face hardened and hands clasped together in prayer, knuckles white. Anger. Fear. One and the same, in some cases. 

Her eyes went back to Abel. He really believed this, didn't he? That a little bit of drinking, laughing, and knocking boots was what brought about this plague of carnage? She wasn't sure this was anything more than Briar Ridge's old bad luck. This holler'd seen quite a lot in the past decades, and she'd only heard most of it through the tales from the old folk around. 

As the sermon drew to close, Dimitra stayed in her seat until only a few stragglers remained. She stood from her seat, leaning on the end of the pew, amused smile on her face. 

"You tell a lot of good stories up there, Abel," She told him. "Not sure I believe a whole lot of that hooey, but... You make a convincing argument for some of these folks." She flashed him a grin and slipped past him, stepping towards his podium to get a peek at his notes firsthand. She had a need to touch everything; fingers skimming across pages and moving things as she pleased.
Janice
As she spoke his wide grin faded only slightly, as she compared his sermon to stories, but he bit his tongue for a moment. "For some, but not for you." He mused as he looked at her, and took in a deep breath. "But I suppose I can't expect to convert you on your first trip here, hm?" He asked as he stood up, watching as the others filled out of the church, leaving them there on their own. 

He watched her move up to the front, and arched a brow, "You really just do as you please, don't you Miss Florakis?" He asked as he made his way over to her, peeking down at his own jumbled notes. He wondered if they made any sense to her, if they seemed like some kind of ranting and raving of some crazy person. 

He knew it was unlikely one trip to his sermons would change her mind completely, to get her to understand his point of view but it didn't stop the small feeling of disappointing sinking in his gut. He wanted her to understand, he wanted her to believe him. He felt this way about many of the people in town, but even more so about Dimitra. 

She was a wild one, the kind of girl who seemed to do everything and anything she wanted to. It was a trait that he knew was both dangerous, but also in a way something he was envious of. He ran a hand through his hair to push it away from his face before he turned to look at her, and then towards the doors. "Well, seems we're the last ones here so.." He clasped his hands together. 

"Lay it on me. What did you think. Really. Come on, I'm curious."
Robert
She was shuffling through his papers, looking it all over with a critical eye. His handwriting was nice but hurried, so a little messy. It made all his words seem so much more chaotic; like a mad scientist in those books she read sometimes. 

Her eyes flickered up from the notes and she leaned on the podium, noting as well that they were completely and utterly alone. Free to say whatever she'd like, and he even prompted her to do so. 

"I think you're very passionate," She said after a second, a smile crawling onto her lips. "And I admire that about you." She left it at that, because now she was pivoting on the ball of her foot and going for a door behind the podium. "What's back here then? Am I getting a tour of the church?" She asked. 

Though, she couldn't help but circle back just a little bit. "So, when it comes to all this werewolf stuff—" She said, pushing through the door and expecting him to follow as she spoke. "Do you think... If people stopped sinning, the werewolves would go away? Just... Disappear?" She questioned. "Have we ever stopped to wonder where they're coming from to begin with?" 

She was walking along and pushing open another door to what she supposed must be an office for him to work out of. "Speaking of werewolves— have you seen one yet?" She asked him.
Janice
A grin spread over his face as she commented on his sermon, and he nodded. He could deal with that, maybe it wasn't belief, but it was more than he had before. At least she seemed to enjoy it. 

"I am, very. I have seen what sin can do.. To the community, to myself and well.." He shook his head, "I don't want Briar Ridge to turn into one of those towns that filled with all these new ideas, I've seen sin tear families apart." He said as he followed her as she walked into the door way behind them. 

He frowned, and rolled his eyes. "I suppose so, you didn't really ask did you. Never seems like you do.." He said as he followed in and took a deep breath. 

As they walked, he considered her question for a brief moment before he shrugged his shoulders, "I think that it's likely these will still need to be killed but.. If we can stop the source, the sin.. Then they will stop multiplying. I'm going to go out into the woods soon, to sprinkle some holy water.. I'm hoping that these devilish creatures react to it." 

As they made their way into the second set of doors, they entered an office room, with a desk and chair, along with a bookcase and a small cot like bed in the corner and a dresser near bad. Other than that it was fairly empty. 

"I assume they're coming from God, like I said. He's cursed us and therefore they're multiplying.. I don't know how but.." He leaned against the dresser and crossed his arms. "I mean.. What is your theory then, hm? You have any better ideas?" He asked as he leaned forward a bit. 

He watched her move around the room and scoffed, "Make yourself at home, why not?" He asked motioning towards his desk. He didn't know how he felt about someone back here, it wasn't often that someone was. "I saw one very quickly one night, but.. Only in a flash.. It was terrifying." He said as took in a deep breath. "Have you?" He asked as he made his way over to the desk, and leaned against it. 

"I doubt this church tour will be very interesting to you."
Robert
She ran her fingertips over the desk, slowly pulling the chair back and sitting down in it. Her hands pulled open drawers with curiosity, eyes darting about as she sifted through papers. Her fingers wrapped around a journal and pulled it out, already going to flip it open to get a look at the contents. 

"New ideas means innovation," She pointed out to him. "And Briar Ridge could use innovation. New ideas are what make life exciting," She looked up from the journal with mischievous eyes, already turning to try and hold onto the journal that she knew he would try to take from her. 

"I haven't seen a werewolf in the flesh quite yet, no... But, you know, I don't think I'd have an issue. I think I'm kind of slippery, I'd get away from it easily. Think I could outsmart it, too. Can't imagine they're that smart." She shook her head, standing up and moving about the room with the journal tucked to her chest. She stopped dead a moment and looked at the cot, eyes flickering to him and she grinned. 

"No... Abel, tell me you don't sleep here," She said, moving to sit on it and touch the blankets and pillow. "Tired from all that talking with God?" She asked him with a snicker, flopping back and letting her hair splay across his pillow. "It's kind of comfortable, actually."
Janice
As she moved through the contents of his desk, he looked down at her with distaste. "You are nosy, which is a sin, you know.." He said as he watched her pull a journal from the desk, his eyes widened a bit as he grabbed for it. 

"That's personal, and hardly any of your business." He said with a sneer, as he reached to snatch it away. "Besides," He said as he wrapped his hand around the journal and pulled. "Life is not about being exciting, it's about serving God." He said as his knuckles went white as he grasped onto the journal. 

After a moment, he was able to pull it away. He put it back into the desk, and slammed the drawer, this time taking a key from around his neck and locking it. "That's enough of your snooping.." He said with a sigh, as she went on about the werewolves. 

"I have to say, I almost believe that. You are quite.. Resourceful. It's almost admirable. If you didn't use it for sin." He said as he watched her. 

At her comment about sleeping there, he paused for a moment. His cheeks went red and he cleared his throat, "I don't like going home. I see too much of my brother there, he doesn't go much of anywhere else." He said as his cheeks turned an even brighter pink at the sight of her laying down in his bed. 

He let his eyes trace over her face, and over her hair splayed about his cot, taking a step closer. He stood over her, looking down at her, and rolled his eyes. "Of course it is. I sleep in it." He paused for a moment before he took a seat on the end of the bed and looked at her from there. 

"You are one of the most interesting women I have met in my life." He said and with a pause added, "Why are you like..." He motioned to her. "That."
Robert
She hadn't wanted to let up on the journal, because clearly it meant something interesting was inside. If it was a ledger of church donations, or maybe specific prayers, she doubted he would care much at all. Clearly, that was a *Personal* Journal. Her eyes went to the key and then to his face as he looked agitated with her. She cared not, remaining on the bed and slowly sitting up on her elbows as he had a seat. 

"I'll take interesting," She mused, tilting her head to the side and sitting up all the way. "But I don't know what you're referring to when you say I'm like *That.*" She snickered and sat up all the way, before pushing herself to stand and wandering about the room again. Her head had left an indent on the pillow and her perfume lingered; something sweet and musky at the same time. "If you're ever lonely, you could come by my place." She told him, skimming her fingers on the desk again and going to the bookshelf to observe the spines of the books there. "I could get you drunk and you can preach to me, if you'd like." She snickered to herself at the thought. "I'll bet you're hilarious when you're drunk."
Janice
He rolled his eyes as he watched her get up again, and looked to her. "You cannot stay still for even a moment, can you?" He said as he glanced over at the pillow. He noticed the indent, and he moved slightly closer to it, looking down before he let his eyes move back over to her. 

"I doubt that would be appropiate," He commented as he leaned forward a bit, resting his elbows on his knees. "Though I suppose this isn't either.." He mumbled, looking over at her. "Us.. Being alone like this and all." He said as he cleared his throat. 

He shook his head, "Besides, I haven't been drunk since it was legal. Despite having such easy access to it." He said as he stood, and made his way over to a small cupboard, in which he took out a bottle of wine, and two cups, placing them on the table and pouring them each a hearty glass. 

"Communion wine is still legal afterall. So.. I'll indulge you with that." He said as he handed it off to her, before taking his own and taking a sip. "As long as you're alright with taking in the blood of Christ, as it's unavoidable through this medium." He said as he sat back down on his bed. 

He cleared his throat, "You do know what I mean by.. That. Why are you so.." He thought for a moment. "I don't know, Miss Florakis. Like you are.. Wild.. And.. So.." He left it there, shaking his head as he looked down at the wine in his glass. 

"I've never been much of a drinker, or wild at all really. I was a troublemaker as a child though, believe it or not."
Robert
"I'm a woman on the move. It's in my blood. I used to run around in the fields all day and pick berries and play music. And sometimes I'd swim naked in the lake, or climb trees—" She was turning to face him, leaning back on the bookshelf and watching him curiously. Her eyes lit up, and she moved to pick up a cup that had been offered to her. 

"I knew you were more fun than you let on, Abel," She said, picking it up and taking a big gulp. In fact, she'd drank half of it down and wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. "I'd say this is appropriate, you know. I'm just a churchgoer and you're my religious advisor, after all." She snickered, pushing off the shelf and wandering to look at the few other things in the room. An old painting on one wall, and the cabinets he'd just been rummaging around in. 

Dimitra paused. "You can call me Dimitra," She said, a cheeky grin sliding onto her lips. "I'm in your bedroom, after all. I think we can drop formalities." She was just trying to get him riled up. "I can't imagine you doing much troublemaking... I think I'd pay to see you get up to no good."
Janice
He nodded, "I suppose it is.." He said as he paused for a moment and thought, as he glanced her over and then looked back down at the cup in his hands. "Hm.." He said running a hand through his hair. "Do you think you'll stay put a while? In Briar Ridge?" He asked arching a brow, trying not to let too much hope sneak into his voice. "I'm sure many of the people here would miss you.." He said with a roll of his eyes. 

"With all the entertainment you provide." He said as his fingers drummed lightly on the side of the cup. As he watched her take a gulp, he looked down at the wine before he followed in suit, and took a large gulp. "Mm.. It's good wine." He said as he looked down at the swishing alcohol. "Oh yes, because you are oh so devout.." He said rolling his eyes. "I've truly changed you for the better, haven't I?" He chuckled a bit at the idea. "As if anyone could."

As she continued, he paused. "Fine. Dimitra.." He said with a flush in his cheeks as he downed the rest of the glass, before putting it to the side and motioning for her. "Give me the flask then, have to live up to my half of the bargin. I know you have it with you." He said as he took in a deep breath. 

"Well I did, quite a bit before my father got remarried. Things got a bit more... Strict then." He said with a small shrug of his shoulders. "I used to run around town, causing trouble, even used to steal things sometimes." He shook his head. "All before I truly found God, obviously, and I had the realization that my life was meant to be devoted to him."
Robert
She took his empty cup and then produced her flask from between her breasts, unscrewing the metal cap and beginning to pour something. It was dark and smelled strong; she finished off her wine and poured herself some too. "Rum. Straight from Barbados," She told him. "My favorite. You'll love it, I think." 

Dimitra looked up at him curiously for a moment before a secret sort of smile spread across her lips. "I'm not going anywhere," She told him. "Someone has to play devil's advocate to you, right? Someone has to balance out your pure scriptures." She took a big drink of rum and hummed. 

"So... You used to be a lot more fun?" She asked him, leaning beside him. Their shoulders touched, and she nudged him with one. "Maybe I should take you along with me sometime... To *My* Work," She teased. "I think you'd absolutely lose your mind."
Janice
He tried to keep his eyes away from her as she pulled the flask from her chest, clearing his throat and looking away as he did so. When he was handed the glass, he looked back at her and then down at the liquid. "Hardly a swig." He said with a wrinkled nose, as he looked at the brown liquid, and considered pouring it out before he took a drink. 

Again his nose wrinkled, this time at the taste and he shook his head. "That is good, strong, but good." He said as he took another sip, this time letting it sit on his pallet for a moment. 

"Ah, so I am the sole reason you're staying then.." He teased as she sat down next to him, and he looked towards her. "Good to know I have such an influence on you." He said as he downed another small sip, swishing the liquid around in his cup a bit. 

"Hm.." He said with a snort of laughter. "No, I used to be a sinner. I used to be trouble, and I was hardly fun, I was on the path to hell and I find that it is more than worth it to give up some of the.. More 'fun' things in life for an eternal life in His kingdom." He said putting air quotes around the word fun. 

"Oh no no no.. I would rather stay away from all that. The last thing I need is to see that up close and in person.. I see enough sin in life, I prefer to keep my distance from it." He said as he looked towards her as their shoulders touched and his eyes scanned her face. 

"I think we would have gotten along then, had I met you earlier."
Robert
"If I left, who else would be around to annoy you?" She asked him curiously, downing the rest of her drink and setting her cup aside. 

"I bet you would've loved to go on rides into the city with me," Dimitra mused. "Before things got all complicated around here." She extended her legs out in front of her, crossing them at the ankle and sighing deeply. She looked to the ceiling for a long moment. 

"One day, I'd like to go back and... Be with my family," She said after a moment. "I miss them. But it's not safe," She said, glancing over at him. "That's probably when I'll leave. When things are safe for me to go... I'll go." She bit the inside of her cheek. 

"I'll miss a few people around here when I do." She nudged him with her shoulder again. "I'll miss you always yelling at me to stop doing cartwheels and flashing my undergarments." She laughed aloud. "Though why you're looking to begin with is beyond me." Her eyes sparkled a little mischievously as she snickered.
Janice
He laughed, "Who else would be there to annoy me? Something tells me there is a few people who could take your place with that.." He said as he ran a hand through his hair. 

"Though.. Pergaps they wouldn't do as good a job as you." He said as he glanced over at her for a moment with a smirk. "No one is quite as annoying as you are, I think it's because I see some kind of good in you, and for some reason, I really want to think you could be.." He paused, "Helped.. Lead away from your life of sin." 

At the comment, he nodded, letting out a small laugh. "I am sure that I would have.. Then anyway." He said as he looked over at her. As she spoke, he did feel for her. Being separated from her family like that. He nodded, "That's understandable.." He said and he was quiet for a moment, letting it stay for a moment before he spoke again. 

He scoffed at her joke, and he quickly turned to look at her, shaking his head. "You make it hard not to! It's not as if.. I'm.. Looking at the.. I am just looking in your general direction is all. That's it." He said with a huff. "That's it. I'm not.. Some pervert.." 

He took a sip of his cup, and made a face. "That is strong.." He said though he followed it with another longer sip, drinking down the rest of it and shaking his head. "Admittedly I will miss you too, or at least having a reason to yell.." He said taking in a breath. 

"But.. I will be glad when you go.. I suppose. Because you'll be with your family.. And be safe so.. Good and bad, hm?"
Robert
She pursed her lips in thought as the man spoke to her. He was strange; she never knew quite how to read him. Sometimes, he seemed so plainly obvious. Other times, he was a puzzle. She leaned more on the desk and tilted her head, a half smile on her lips now. 

"The good in me?" She repeated the word. "I don't know about that, Abel. I don't know if there's much left in me worth saving." She paused for a moment before she cleared her throat and stood up straight, setting her glass down and running a hand through her wild hair. 

"You'll miss having an arch nemesis?" She asked him, plastering that smile on her face again. "Of course. Makes sense, since every hero needs a villain." Dimitra was already moving to the door. 

"Be a gentleman and walk me out, will you?" She said, already pulling open the door. "Who knows when's the last you'll see me," She mused. "I could be here and gone the next. Wherever the wind takes me." She bit the inside of her cheek. "Who knows?"
Janice
As she spoke, Abel raised his brows. He wasn't sure how he felt about what she was saying, but he didn't think it was true. He shook his head, "I wouldn't say that.. I mean, I happen to think there is plenty in you worth saving." He said as he downed the rest of his drink and rolled his eyes as she continued. 

"Hero? I wouldn't go that far, sarcasm or not.." He said giving her a look that felt somewhere between a sneer and a grin, a weird mixing of the emotions that he often felt when he was with the other. "Besides, you're not a villain, just a bit misguided." He said running a hand through his hair as he stood up. 

He nodded and took in a deep breath. "Of course.." He said as he made his way towards the door along with her, and at her words he felt a feeling in his chest tighten at her words. "Hm." He said at first, unable to pull anything else. 

What would he say? Beg her to stay? Beg her to at least tell him when she was going to leave? It was hardly appropiate, he didn't even know if they were really considered friends. He was quiet as he made his way through the church, until they reached the ornate entryway to the church. 

"Well.." He said as he decided to speak up, decided to say something that might tell her that he cared if she left but.. Instead all he said was. "Get home safe, I hope to see you next Sunday." He said as he closed the doors behind her.