Dylan Murphy<br/><b>Location</b>: The GPC - Split Bean<br/><b>Tagged</b>: Lucy Martin<br/><br/><br/>Her words burned in his ear and a lump set in his throat for a moment ,  " real parents are always there for them".  But he quickly forgave himself for the 301st time.  None of that was his idea, that whole situation, none of it.  Still, he suddenly wished he had asked for a dark roast and bourbon.  Sometimes the brain just does not want to shut off.  That, he believed, is what alcohol was really created for.  But the subject of his family, and why he was not with them, could not be with them, was one of the things that kept him up nights.  It had done wonders for his abs though since he started doing crunches whenever he couldn't sleep.<br/><br/>Still, he managed a mysterious smile rather than the pain he felt.  and he was rewarded with a question. "No, Lucy Martin, I do not believe that sounds crazy at all.  You are perfectly sane and you have your lovely head on quite straight, I am happy to report"  He grinned at her.  "So listen, what time do you get off? I was thinking I would like to take you out tonight.  No place fancy, maybe a bite, maybe some drinks.  You are good company , and I would like the chance to get to know you."<br/><br/>Of course, his method of getting to know a girl could vary wildly depending on how receptive they were.  He suspected with Lucy that she might decline, or at most he would get a hug or kiss on the cheek at the end of the night.  Still, one never knew. Sometimes the most innocent looking ones could surprise you.<br/><br/>He looked at her and into her eyes deeply , wondering what secrets she might be hiding.