<span style="color: #FF80FF"> <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: center;">Lea Stevens</div></span></span> </span><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/036e0d3a-b28c-47ec-b858-0eaea6c67e4d.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF80FF"><div style="text-align: center;">"Jazz"</div></span></span></span><br/><br/>She felt as if Carlos was hiding something from her, but she wasn't sure. She watched him quietly as he took their plates to Dino and proceeded to sit quietly as the two of them spoke. He came back over soon enough and held out his hand, and she grasped it without hesitance.<span style="font-style: italic">"Ok, let's visit the hardware store. There's a lot we have to buy and we should stop at the some place too, where we could dome things for your kitchen. There's not a lot in one piece there..."</span>he said and she looked down at the floor in embarrassment.<span style="color: #FF80FF">"Okay..."</span>she replied back without looking up.<br/><br/>It didn't take too long to get into the car, though it seemed the windows had frozen up in the short amount of time they had been inside and it was snowing again. Lea set her hands in her lap, wringing them together in anxiety. She snuggled deeper into her seat and let out a shuddering breath. Something was bothering her outside of her withdrawals. Carlos had kept something from her, she could feel it in her gut, but she couldn't prove it and didn't wish to accuse him. He was likely keeping something to himself for good reasons and she didn't wish to pry--well she did wish to pry, but she didn't want to make him feel forced into telling her things.<br/><br/>She looked out the window as Carlos turned the heater on full blast to clear the windshield. She watched with large eyes as the snow gently swayed as it came down, her mind delving into her memories. She could only think about Lucas and the first time he had been aware of snow. She had set him down in the front yard and watched him as he stumbled across the ground with his stubby toddler legs and laughed as he tried to catch snow in his hands.<span style="color: #FF80FF"> "Do you like snow?" </span>she asked turning to look at Carlos,<span style="color: #FF80FF"> "Lucas loved snow. He was really bad at walking in it though...he was too small and it snows too much here..."</span><br/><br/>Lea was trying to let Carlos in a little bit in hopes that he would let her in too.