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"It looks like there's going to be a storm," said Owen, glancing skyward as he pulled open the door to Missy's truck.
Missy placed her metal bag on the passenger seat and hopped up into the cab.
She tried starting up the engine. Nothing.
"Stupid piece of crap," she muttered to herself, banging on the dashboard with her hand.
"You want me to take a look at it for you?" asked Owen with a frown, shutting her door and leaning against the open window. But just as he said it the engine finally spluttered into life.
"Thanks, but it looks as though it'll live to fight another day," she said with a smile. "Catch you later, Owen."
And with that Owen pulled away from the door and raised his hand, waving as she reversed away.
As she did so, Barry strolled over to Owen and gave him a small shove.
"So have you told her yet?" asked Barry with a coy smile.
Owen frowned. "Don't bug me, Barry. Haven't you got a boat to catch?"
Barry grinned. "I'm just saying…" he said, raising his hands at his friend's snappy response.
"Well don't," said Owen stalking off in the direction of the holding pen.
Barry gave a laugh and followed his friend, shaking his head as he did so.
Missy had had a few more calls to make across the park that day. It was almost 8pm by the time she was finally able to head home to her bungalow on the outskirts of the park.
The park had emptied out during the day, most of the staff heading home via the boats. Lucky for them, as Owen had been right, a storm was indeed coming.
Missy drove down the empty road towards her home, the rain coming down hard. Her wipers were barely able to keep the windshield clear for more than a second.
But Missy had driven along this track hundreds of times, she knew where each bump and pot hole seemed to be. What she wasn't expecting though was for her engine to suddenly die.
"No, no, no, don't do this," she uttered in dismay as the truck ground to a halt on the side of the muddy dirt track.
She tried starting up the engine again but nothing seemed to be working. She gave a groan and slumped back against the seat.
What a day this had turned out to be. She had no vacation to look forward to, she was positive she still smelt of dino vomit and now her truck had broken down in the pouring rain.
Missy willed herself to not cry. She needed to man up and get on with it.
She hauled open the door and flung herself out into the rain, her feet immediately sinking into wet mud.
Running over to the front of the pick-up, she lifted up the bonnet and took a look inside. But she wasn't a mechanic, she had no idea what was wrong with it.
Within less than a minute, Missy was soaked through. Her clothes clinging to her body.
She leant over to look closer at the engine and barely noticed through the sound of the fallling rain, a truck, not too dissimilar to her own, pull up beside her.
"Hey there good-lookin'" came a sudden yell at her side, causing her to jump with fright.
Missy swung around, only to come face to face with-
"Owen?" said Missy, squinting at him through the sheets of raindrops.
Owen merely grinned. "Told you you should have let me take a look at it," he said teasingly. "Get in."
He cocked his head towards his passenger seat.
Missy, hesitated for a long moment before finally running around to the side of Owen's truck and hopped inside.
Owen laughed at the sight of her, dripping wet on the seat beside him.
Missy frowned. "What the hell are you doing all the way out here?" she asked him snappily. She was feeling cold and miserable at the moment and the sight of her friend laughing at her, wasn't helping matters.
Owen lived on the far side of the island in completely the opposite direction. Missy's bungalow was part of the new development, whereas from what she had heard of Owen's, it was a ramshackle pile of-
"I come all the way out here and rescue you and that's all the thanks I get?" he retorted, slapping the steering wheel.
Missy merely scowled in response.
"Well…I was coming to say cheers…. for what you did earlier…. with that raptor serum…" said Owen, his eyes suddenly avoiding hers.
She noticed him move his foot, and kick something back under the seat below him.
Missy frowned but Owen merely coughed and started up the engine.
"I didn't even realise you knew where I lived?" she said shaking her head, causing little droplets of water of fall from her wet hair onto her lap.
"Do you mind?" said Owen in a sarcastic tone. "You're dripping water all over my seats."
He had changed the subject yet again.
"Well, soooory," said Missy with a huff, shivering slightly. Her sodden clothes were causing her whole body to freeze it the cool evening air.
Owen glanced over at her for a moment before reaching over the seat behind him and grabbing a thick woolly blanket which he handed to her. "Here."
Missy glanced up at him, taking the blanket from his grasp and, for a second, their eyes met.
"Thank you," she uttered quietly.
"No problem," said Owen, turning back to the road and moving off.
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