Brenna angrily stormed through the front area and towards the station entrance. "Brenna!" Detective Carver shouted. "Brenna you come back here now." Brenna ignored him as she pushed the front doors open and felt the cool breeze hit her face. She kept walking until she saw a small cafe. Deciding a latte would do her some good right about now, Brenna walked in. There was a line of about three people in front of her. The person standing in front of her was a guy about April's age who was on the phone.

"Just give me another hour and I'll have all the changes on that article submitted to you...Yes, I was able to get all of the interviews conducted. Well, except for Jack's, but I don't blame the guy. I mean, with all these rumors floating around, he's bound to be wary of the press." Of course! A journalist. He and April would probably get along. Brenna thought that maybe she should chat him up and give him April's number. After all, April needed a new guy in her life. It had been far to long since she'd been on a proper date. Brenna knew that April recently had a crush on some guy at work, but he ended up being a piece of scum who slept with all of the office girls in order to boost his social status. Hopefully this guy wasn't anything like that. Pushing that thought out of her mind, Brenna straightened out her hair and tapped him on the shoulder. The guy spun around.

"Hi, I'm Brenna. I'm new around here."

"Owen Miller" the guy said, extending his hand, which Brenna shook.

"Anything good that you can recommend here?"

"Dpeneds, you more of the bold espresso type or the sweet latte type?" he asked, the double-meaning in his words quite evident.

"Well normally I'm a latte kind of girl, but I'm willing to go espresso any day."

"In that case, I recommend a double espresso cappuccino. I think you'll really like it."

"Thanks. I'll definitely give that a try."

"So where are you from?"

"Boston" Brenna replied.

"Nice city. I went there one summer while I was in college. I got an eight week internship at the 'Boston Globe'. Now, I'm working at the 'Gracepoint Journal'."

"Nice. My sister actually works at the 'Boston Globe'. She's hoping to get her first by-line later this month." Brenna knew that she just about had him hooked. Now all she had to do was cinch the deal.

"Funny you should mention that. I just got my first by-line at the 'San Francisco Globe' not even two weeks ago. Well, it was a shared by-line but, still, the money I got from that was phenomenal."

"That's great" Brenna told him as she went up to the counter and ordered her drink.

"So how long are you going to be in town for?" Owen asked.

"Not long. I fly out of LAX the day after tomorrow."

"What made you decide to come to Gracepoint?"

"Oh, you know, just needed to get away from the stresses of everyday life." Brenna said, not wanting to mention April's illness or her screwed up family dynamic system.

"Well, this is the perfect place for that." Seeing that this wasn't going anywhere, Brenna grabbed her drink and turned to walk away when Owen put his hand on her shoulder. "Say, why don't you come sit down with me and have your coffee while I help you de-stress a bit?" Brenna bit her lip. Was he hitting on her? No, this was not going according to plan at all. He was supposed to be interested in April, not her. Plus, Brenna was dating Greer and refused to hurt her like she had been hurt in the past. Still, Brenna didn't have anywhere else to go at the moment. "Sure," she told Owen. "I suppose I could take a few moments out of my life to just chill."