Threading her fingers through her best friends hair was both soothing for Scar and selfishly for herself as well. She felt a bit awkward over everything that had just happened with Martin and she wasn't quite sure what to do about it until they got some quiet time to talk about it. As always her friend cut right to the heart of the matter, she swore it was like Scar could read her mind most days, for better or worse.<br/><br/>"Thank you, it'll all be fine, I just don't think I came across too clear. You know how bad I can be at trying to say something. But enough about me, we've got an absolutely gorgeous house that is out of this world. Now if only your boy could get here we can actually see it. Do you think he's lost or something?"<br/><br/>She didn't mind Puck, but admittedly she'd kept her distance a little. He was Marty's friend and Scar was head over heels for him and she was forever glad for it. But sometimes his boisterous personality was a bit overwhelming, never offensive just so full of energy out of nowhere that some nights never seemed to end. Absentmindedly she continued to play with Scars hair, twirling strands slowly around her fingers before sifting it free and scratching ever so lightly with her nails. The suns heat felt absolutely wonderful after being locked in that conference room all morning, half frozen from the air conditioning.<br/><br/>Lost in her thoughts she was surprised when Scar grinned and sat up so quickly she'd nearly loose a chunk of hair. As Sarah turned she'd see Pucks grand entrance on his bicycle and for a moment she was worried about him wiping out when he crossed from the road into their driveway. Not even a waver and then he was there jogging towards everyone like the whirlwind that he was. Starting to rise so she could give them some space, there wasn't time. He was there, a quick kiss for Scar and then he was away again rummaging through the food. Laughing softly she just shook her head, reaching out she'd squeeze Scar's shoulder and start walking towards Martin.<br/><br/>"Oh I'm sure you'll come up with something that I'll have to beg Marty to tell me where its from"<br/><br/>Speaking of Marty, she grabbed another one of his beers as she passed the table and popped it open heading towards him to try and make amends with a fresh offering. The soft heat of her hand rested lightly on his bicep, squeezing lightly as she regarded him with concern.