The sun rose over the quant little town that had formed along the southern coast near Ark of Destiny. They called the town Golden Dodge. It's only true value to the world was that it quickly became a fast place of trade. That is how it started. Many business men and women alike stopped by in this area due to a spring in the ground. Eventually they formed settlements and thus Golden Dodge was born.

A year now it has been since Lamium's death and this town was already prosperous. Those in the independent market set up booths and sell their wares for all. A large hotspot for notorious people. One of which just stepped on the dusty market street.

Jet Enduro was taking a slight break for his travels and had luckily gotten away from his band of annoying chatterboxes that he despised greatly. Or, maybe he did not despise them, but he sure acted like he did. That could be an understatement at times.

A grumble came from his gut. He was hungry. That too was an understatement. He was a wanted man, and he was not given a break. It was hard to snatch up the random job, because you could only work with someone who did not mind that, or were one themselves. So, his gella purse was a tad bit empty—just like his stomach. It had been five days since he had eaten. The last time there was only enough food for three people, and he said he was not hungry and gave it away to a woman with brown hair that will go on as unknown. His excuse being that he did not need the weakest to fall down so he would have to carry her. But, they had horses, a sandcraft, and Lombardia so why would he worry about carrying her, all those could?

A smell came to his nose and his body went tense and alert. He made it look like he was looking at some woven blankets at one booth, but no, his true attention was shifted to a stand or two down. He spotted lying idly a single sandwich with some sort of cooked meat in the middle and a tall bottle of water. He looked for the person who was selling said items. No one was there.

A grin came to his face. With his expert speed, skills as a thief, and his utmost covert antics he approached the two items. Snatched the two items. Jammed the sandwich in his mouth and was about to follow up with swallowing it and drinking the water as he made his escape, but he found himself on the ground.

A young woman near his age had grabbed his scarves and pulled him back causing him to fall to the dirt and pour the water on himself instead.

The woman was to say the least, beautiful. One would never know if Jet thought so, but, she was to everyone else at least. She had her long length of dark blue/black hair and a full green blouse and skirt with the boots. Her cerulean eyes just stared at his for a moment as he lied on the ground.

After moments of silence he swallowed slowly. "You...ate the sandwich I was selling." She said. "You spilt the water on yourself too." She put her hand to her chin in thought. "That will be eighty."

"Eighty?" He questioned in confusion.

"Gella. That costs money. YOU just ate my merch!" She bellowed. Silence. "You don't have any money do you?" He glanced away. Her fists formed into balls along her side. "Argh! Hopeless! Now I'm out eighty...That's it!"

Suddenly a man in uniform popped out from nowhere and approached the scene cautiously. "Can I help you ma'am?" He was an officer from Ark of Destiny set up to keep peace in this area.

"Yes, he stole my food and water. Do something with him."

"Right away." The officer picked up the dazed Jet at the shoulders and wandered off. "It's to prison for you!" He noted as Jet watched the woman fade into the distance. Why could he not say anything? Why did he not do anything? He could have gotten away! He could have rolled under the counter, jumped up, shot this bastard of a officer and be on his way by now. It's not like he's going to be in anymore trouble than he is accused of already.

Two days later, the same street had another noisy commotion. The same woman had pulled on the same two scarves, but this time it was hot soup that was thrown in Jet's face—he now regretted stealing soup that was placed in a loaf of bread.

The woman quickly threw cool water on the red Jet. It was silent once he stopped rolling around in panic. She stared down at him in disbelief. She had not expected to have her goods stolen again, by the same man who was sent to prison two days earlier. He had not expected to be caught by the same woman—he had not remembered that this is where he was arrested last time for the same crime.

This time the quiet was broken by the nervous man. "Uh...Why is it every time we meet I end up wet?"

Her face of shock turned to a slight smile. She pulled him aside. "D-Didn't I send you to jail two days ago?"

"I broke out." He quickly replied.

"Out of the best prison in the world?"

"They really should close up that hole...Uh...Obviously it's not the best prison." He scratched the back of his head. Why did he answer? He had planned to act just as he would normally. Why could he not?

"Why...did you steal from me again?"

"Uh..." He would not answer. He should not have to. He should just run off, or not really communicate. He should just run. No, that would just put him in that prison for half a day again. That, and, he did not want to go. "I-It...it smelt...good to me...and...from what I've had...It tasted like the...greatest food I've ever eaten."

"Really? You...really thought my food...was that great?" She asked with excitement. He nodded dumbly. She contained a burst of happiness. "Still, you owe me."

"Okay, sure. Can we work it out as that." He said immediately. Than he did a double-take again. That did not sound like him at all.

"Okay, we'll work something out then." She put her delicate hand to her chin again and this time Jet's eyes wandered from her eyes to her chest and then he snapped awake and looked around the market. He did not do what he thought he just did! No, he could not have done that. Still, he did, did he not? That was something reserved for that perverted Gallows, and not him! How could he...since when...Why...Is that why he came back unconsciously? "You will have to pay me back a total of 120 gella as soon as you can."

"Agreed."

"Let's...make it 140."

He jerked up. "Hey! Why you raising it?"

"Because I'm going to give you food when you leave." She giggled and gave him a smile that made him feel like the most humiliated man in the world as he slowly sat back down. "I'm giving it you at a discount, so you better be sure to pay me back!" She remarked in a joke of a stern manner. He nodded dumbly. A slight inaudible 'thanks' going through the air.

"Hey! There you are. You always seem to just wander off on us." Virginia remarked as the group made their way from the town. She, of course, talking to Jet who seemed on his quiet introspection side. "What's up with you?"

He groaned and looked away. He did not just do what he thought he did AGAIN! No, why is he doing that so much? "Whatever."

"Whatever? Jet, that's not even any bit of a correct response to 'What's up with you?'." She remarked. "You could at least say, 'Nothing', but you said 'Whatever'. That's not even normal of you."

He glanced away. He was in for a long night. Gallows poked his head in one their conversation. "Say, what's in that pouch there?" Gallows pointed out a small bag Jet was carrying that had a flower sewn into it's brown cloth. Jet, of course, hid it as best he could once Gallows mentioned it. "A flower is not what I expect of 'ya."

"Say, Jet, you didn't have that when we went there did you?" Virginia noted with a glare. "And...I'm not sure why you took us back here in the first place, didn't your first time here teach you enough, or do you have to go back to Abiko Prison?" He crossed his arms and continued onward with a blush and walked as fast as he could just as long as it was faster than them.

Virginia moaned in frustration as Gallows exchanged humoring looks with Clive. "So, you had a tryst then?" Gallows questioned.

Jet turned around at that. He looked angry, but he stopped and went neutral. "What's a tryst?" He wondered.

"IT'S AN AGGREMENT BETWEEN TWO LOVERS TO MEET!" Virginia bellowed. Which obviously took all the other three in his group by surprise and even the small animals to the side.

A gust of wind came by and silence took them for what seemed the longest time. Jet finally got a blush and looked away. "It wasn't a tryst."

"Well, what's in the bag?" Gallows brought into question.

Jet looked away. "Let's get going." Jet simply replied. Gallows's hands shot out to Jet's arm. Jet glared at him. "What do you want?"

"It's food, right? I can smell it." Gallows simply said with a smirk. "So, who gave you the food?"

There was silence. Clive was off to the side not really interested, but he was just the slightest so he was still listening. Virginia was given him a deadly glare. He did not know why, and he was not sure what would happen if he said anything about the young chef he met—whose name was Sakura it was learned. Gallows wanted the food more now he was thinking so he was going to have to keep a good eye on this pouch if he ever wanted to eat what Sakura gave him. He formulated a plan that will for once and for all get him out of this, and it was better than his 'Whatever' because that would just get them mad and hound him more.

He opened his mouth. "An...old woman made me some food for saving her cat. Is that what you wanted to hear?" He said with a snarl. Clive nodded slightly understanding the information. Gallows grinned and looked to the food. Virginia's glare was gone. "So...now...let us go then."

They all nodded unaware that today was actually the day that he came to see the attraction in the opposite sex. And, he saw it again later that evening when he was the one behind her as they climbed a rock. Yes, he was paying much too much attention to her hindside before he fell that fifteen feet and then declined all help for his repair due to an embarrassing item he also discovered. But, once he realized what was wrong, he stopped worrying and went to bed that night at ease. In a thought that no one would ever hear he came to an end of content when he remarked that this just meant he was more than a lousy android and more like a normal guy.