Listening to her words Martins smile floundered but a moment at her request to speak to him about his gift. But as quickly as his smile left his face did he plastered it back on as his inner emotions began to question what he did wrong.<em> Had he moved to quickly, Puck always told him to hurry up and not weigh so many things. He just felt with Sarah that this was the right move. </em>as he answered her he tried to keep the disappointment and conflicting emotions out<strong> Of course honey, your right lets eat, also is your finger ok?</strong>Hoping his question about her finger would disaude any questions on his emotions he served himself a bit of the indian and a couple Scallop skewers while holding Sarahs hand hoping he had not messed up something great.<br/><br/>Draining his beer as he watched her eat as he picked at the Na'an on his, he quickly picked the envelope up and put it back in his jackets inner pocket. As he continued to make small talk with Sarah.<strong> I was thinking of ordering that day bed for the office, but I am not sure if the chrome or black one would match. I also was thinking after the move maybe we could take a couple days and hike the Sonora trail near Big Bear, maybe get a cabin.  Or if Puck is up for it we can hit the Ren Faire at Novato, they are doing a Pirate weekend, what do you say you can wear that wench costume you where looking at online. </strong>As he talked he realized he was trying to be overly jovial as he couldn't place what the emotion in the air was he was feeling.<br/><br/>As Sarah rose and moved towards Scar he nodded to her as he got another beer from the small cooler as he stood up.<strong> Well ladies I am going to find out where the movers are and I am going to call Puck and see how long he is going to be or if he needs anything. Don't miss me too much</strong>as he talks Martin smiles at Sarah and Scar before he heads over to his wagon and pulls out his phone.<br/><br/>Calling the movers he finds their eta was over two hours due to a traffic jam, as he closes the phone his mind kept coming back to he screwed up, knowing he had to call Puck he just hoped his longest friend would be in the mind to help him understand, As he called Pucks number it went directly to voice mail, taking a deep breath he explained the situation to the machine (See PM)  before hanging up as he lounged back in the plush cushion of the driver seat giving the women their time to talk.