It's not like he didn't realize who she was.
A blind person could.
But he couldn't tell her.
He had heard stories about him.
How he had fought Orgs with his Aunts and Uncles.
How he fell for a sweet florist.
How they were married and had a child.
How they died.
He shuddered at the thought.
They said they were killed in the fiery wrecked.
They never did find her though.
He often wondered what it would be like to have family the same age as him.
No they wouldn't be real cousins but they would be raised that way.
He envied Bridge and Syd sometimes.
They had many cousins.
His Uncle was gentle; she was feisty.
He was soft spoken; she would say anything she wanted.
So different yet so… alike.
The other day he found he trimming the rose in the wreck room.
Of course she became flustered when she realized he was watching her.
He also noticed her love for animals and the color black.
She had told Syd her favorite animal was the bison.
No it was best he didn't say anything.
But he had to.
He saw her walk into the wreck room and he put down the manual.
"Hey Z…"
Hey Guys! Sorry about the delay in stories. My computer crashed and I lost all my writings so it will be a while till I update my old stories.