<div class="floatleft">(http://iwritealot.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/Emmy-Rossum-12.jpg)</div><strong>Tami Avalon</strong><br/>Tami smiled genuinely realizing as Adam took in her face that he was one of the few that didn’t go with the rumors of the town as he wasn’t looking at her with pity or like that he didn’t want to be any where around her. It made her feel more comfortable in his presence and she felt for once that she didn’t have to hide behind her anger and rudeness.  She didn’t mind that he was all greasy after he had climbed out from underneath the car he had been working on, she figured it just came with the territory of his job.  Seeing him look at his dirty hands and then apologize to her for not shaking her hand she actually laughed, not many people in this town had heard the tinkling sound.<br/><br/>“It is alright.  You come into my shop on any given day and I look like a moth ball.” She remarked speaking of the antiques she worked with.  “Well, my ancient baby has started staling on me.  I am afraid of being left along side the road one day. I don’t know if it can be fixed or if it is time to say good-bye.”  Despite the fact she could buy a new car she didn’t really want to.  She looked back at the old Pontiac and pouted slightly before turning back to Adam.  “I am no good with cars.  Antiques are more my speed though my car might be coming close to antique.”