Shannon was only  half listening to what Tracey was saying, her eyes kept drifting over to Alan, there was just something different about him that drew her to him. 'Get a hold of yourself Shannon, he's probly just another jerk.' She thought to herself with a soft sigh as she turned bak to look at Tracey before getting up and walking over to her potter's wheel and sitting down with some black clay. "What to make." She mumbled softly as she slowly stepped on the wheel to make it turn.