Rhen laughed at Celeste’s naughty reply to her question about needing anything. She was the perfect balance to Rhen’s more relaxed sexual nature. Once inside the kitchen she blended a smoothie for the road. She wasn’t much of an eater in the morning. In fact, she can’t remember the last time she ate real food before 11am. The poor habit was partially the fault of her upbringing.<br/><br/>Since smoothies were the easiest thing she could pull together and she forced them down as she went about her errands to give her the jump start she needed for the day.<br/><br/>Once she filled her cup, cleaned out the blender she went back to Celeste carrying on light conversation. She could see her partners eyes begin to wonder even though they were looking at her. Rhen just smiled, she had learned a long time ago that Celeste would frequently run scenarios, thoughts, and worries through that beautiful mind. Rhen leaned across the table kissing the tip of her nose, “stop worrying so much.” She didn’t know what thoughts were circling in there but she sensed a bit of annoyance through the involuntary body language.<br/><br/>Rhen caught a glimpse of Christopher approaching in the reflection of the glass. She sat back up off the table and turned slightly towards the door, Celeste greeting him first. Rhen followed suit, “Good Morning… “ she smiled at him, stood up to offer her seat. “Please sit, eat. Keep Celeste company.” She knew  Christopher was still adjusting to the social interactions and wanted to give him the space needed to grow. She walked around the table saying a quick goodbye to her partner before grabbing the keys to her motorcycle from the hall table.<br/><br/>Celeste had suggested taking one of the new arrivals into town but Rhen wanted to partake in a bit of wind therapy and none of the new folks rode. She grabbed her phone and helmet before opening the front door and stepping out onto the porch. She was surprised to see the figure of a man with his duffle hung across his shoulder. She didn’t hear him walk up the cracking porch steps or knocking. Usually those sounds traveled easily to the kitchen.<br/><br/>Maybe he didn’t make it to the porch. So often people had ventured through those gates but changed their minds before making it up the stairs. Rhen called out, “Hey friend! Can I help you?” She walked the rest of the way out having left the door slightly ajar hoping this individual would change their mind and stay. Sitting down on the porch step she sat her helmet to the side. “Were you looking for someone?” Majority of the people were always looking for someone. If it wasn’t herself it was usually her partner.