Gerome tried not to think about the past. It was after all just that. The past. Something he didn't feel needed or was worth thinking over. He had more important things to think about. More important things to focus on.<span style="color: #FFFF00">"I'll take you up on the home made cookies,"</span>he said. He knew she was joking around, but he also was being serious. He really did love cookies and home made cookies were always the best. He gently squeezed her hand to show her that he had been listening to her words. He appreciated her sentiment and support even if this was ancient history to the man. He always did tend to make friends of the girls. It was probably because he was like the guard dog. Huge, friendly and lovable, like a teddy bear, but also deadly, brutal and intimidating to anyone who was a threat.<br/><br/>He leaned forwards to pear out the front windshield as they pulled into the parking lot and he spotted Liane talking animatedly on her cell as in front of the front gate smoking a cigaret. He smiled. She looked happy and carefree as she always did. Nothing new there, Liane was always a different individual who seemed in a hurry and carefree at the same time.<br/><br/>As the car stopped he got out and held the door open for Magdalene to exit, while Liane hung up and walked over to them. She smiled broadly at them both. "So Mag, what do you wish to look at first? Clothing? Accessories? Shoes? Decorations?" Liane said in that ever energetic tone she used. She finished the last drag on her cigarette and threw it to the ground stomping it flat with her heel.