Climbing off the boat and onto the dock, meg was tired and somewhat sea sick. She was miserable but also surprised to the pleasant greeting by guy guy standing there. Leo was his name. She remembers his name on the reports for when they gave her in work. The budget cuts were frequent where she lived so she knew what it felt like. As she looked over the the beach and tree line a soft breeze came in and swept her wavy caramel colored hair across her this face. Her blue eyes meeting Leo's. She spread a warm smile on her lips as she pulled her hair back behind her ears. Meg was 28, yet a 21 at heart on some occasions at the right time.<br/><br/>She stepped up taking Leos hand lightly. That same warm smile still on her face. "Meg" She said softly. "I read your reports back in Maine, wonderful"<br/><br/>Right behind her was a tall thin male, not much over 24. He wobbled a bit as his feet met the firm dock. His black pin strait hair brushed back as another stronger gust came in. "Shit" He mumbled as he stepped back making sure he still had balance. His larger framed glasses reflecting the sun as he also took in the surroundings. He fixed his dark blue polo shirt and stepped up giving a lop-sided smile.<br/><br/>Taking his attention he looked up at the sky. Looking back down at Leo his cold ragged voice pinned through the air "We better get in soon, or we're gunna be drenched." He then stumbled with his lingering words. "The name's Tyler"