Michael had pulled up to Vasser about half an hour ago, sitting in his car waiting for Catie to get out.<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">God today can't get any worse. First almost no sleep, then somehow there is traffic on the road at 5 AM . Been nervous all day, no way to relax.</span> </i>It was all worth it when he saw the smile on Catriona's face as she approached the car, until she showed up. When her 'friend' came up and started talking he looked at Catie and immediately saw the need for help written on her face. With a sigh he climbed out of the car, walked around it, opened the door to the car for his sister, and then looked at the issue. His voice was filled with all of the anger, frustration, and just general hate that had accumulated over the past few days, and he had found a convenient scapegoat for it all.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff99">"Look, I don't know who you are, but since you don't know who I am let me inform you. My name is Michael Lecce, and the sweet woman you are bothering with what I can only call word vomit is my sister Catriona. Now, normally I would let her deal with you herself, she's a grown lady and can take care of her own problems. But today I need something to take my frustration out on, so I will deal with you. If you ever come near me or my sister again without it being absolutely necessary, you will answer to me, capiche?"</span><br/><br/>Without waiting for an answer he helped his sister into the car like a gentleman, then got in and drove away. He headed for a small cafe a little bit away, figuring to grab some food before they set out. Once they were away from that blonde idiot he calmed down and took a good look at his sister. Every time he sees her his heart skips a beat, but he has thankfully learned to hide how he actually feels.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00"><i>She just looks so perfect, it's no wonder I fell for her hard</i>.</span>Shaking his head to clear it, Michael smiled.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff99">"Hey there Catie, it has been to long since we got together. Who was the blonde back there? Does she always jump to random odd conclusions?"</span>