Finally reaching the doorway to his room he lead the brunette in. Gehl and the girl talked all the way before he decided to head home before any cops started to head this way. She looked around the place as she walked in. "If it's not to your liking, you can always leave." He propped himself against the window sill staring at her angrily. Meeting his gaze calmly, she opened her mouth to speak. "Nah, it's alright. Kind of rugged like you. Like only needing the basics and anything else is just something unnecessary or a waste." Replacing his anger with awe, he realized that she was actually a good judge of character. Damn it, how the hell does she do that? "Don't analyze me. You know nothing about me."

Smiling as his expression turned from anger to awe and back again, she knew she had pegged him correctly. Sitting down on a concrete block, she crossed her legs and realized it'd been hours since she ate. Looking out the window, she saw the sky darkening into night and that the local restaurants would be closing up shop. Figuring he might be hungry too, she looked at him just sitting there hiding behind that Mr. Grumpy Pants façade. "Say, you want something to eat?" He looked up at her, curiosity mixing with his grumpiness. "Well it's late and If it wasn't for you drawing our attention to the cops coming most likely they would have caught some of us. So I was thinking that as a way to say thanks, I would make you something to eat." Waiting for his answer, she finally heard him sigh. Looking up, she saw him stand. "Fine, where's your place?"

She stood and walked out the door. Keeping close beside her they walked down several alleyways before they made their way down to a row of apartment buildings. They walked down to the third building and she reached into her pants pocket and pulled out a set of keys. Pushing open the door, the all too familiar room came onto view. "Just sit down and relax, the remote is by the TV and is there anything special you want?" Sitting down on the couch and placing his arms on the back of the couch. "Anything with meat." With a nod and a smile she walked into the kitchen. Picking up the remote, he turned on the TV and just browsed through the channels until he found a show about some bar. In the middle of the show he heard pots and pans being shuffled around, food being stirred, followed by the enticing smell of cooking hamburger meat, tomato sauce with spices, and various vegetables. Getting up and standing in the doorway of the kitchen the sight he saw warmed a part of him he thought didn't truly exist. Standing in front of the stove wearing an apron that really belonged on an old woman, but it looked really good on her. It was as if it was made for her and hugged her curves perfectly. Her hair was piled on top of her head in a messy bun with two long, wavy, bangs hanging down her temples and the tips barely touching her collar bone. "So, um, I know this is kind of past due but what's your name?" Hearing her melodic voice he glanced. "Tsume. You?"

"Rienne, and it's a pleasure to officially meet you." She smiled and went back to stirring the sauce. Stepping closer, he looked into the pots. One held the sauce, and the others held noodles, meat, and vegetables. Watching as she put the meat and vegetables into the sauce, then stirred them together evenly. Inhaling the scents, his mouth watered and saw that the food looked as good as it smelled. "Smell good?" she asked, a slight smile making her all the more beautiful. His heart softening at that smile, he knew he would never be able to let her go. His wolf nature wanted him to claim her as his mate, but if he tried she would probably look at him like he was some sort of psycho and throw him out. Yeah, that's definitely the last thing I want. I'm gonna have to take it slow. If only my body would accept that. Looking down, he noticed that the bulge in his pants was visible. If she turns around, she will surely notice. He cleared his throat and asked her where her bathroom is. She told him and he stiffly walked to it, trying to making himself look casual.

Watching as he left, she noticed that he was straining and was keeping himself from running. Also, before he left, that his musky, woodsy scent got stronger. Brushing it off she returned her gaze to the stove, brought the noodles over to the sink and poured them into a colander. Putting the pot in the left side, she shook the remaining water out. Grabbing two plates from the cabinet she put them on the table, grabbed the tongs and put some of the noodles on the plates. Turning around and checking that the sauce was done she cut off stove, and grabbed a large spoon out of a drawer. As she picked up one of the plates, she saw Tsume return. Wearing his typical tough guy look, he sat down at the table in front of one of the plates.

Trading out the plate that she just added the sauce to with the one in front of him, she decided to break the silence. "So, how long have you lived here?" After adding sauce to her plate, she walked to the seat across from him, sat the plate and herself down and waited for his answer. "About three years." he said picking up his fork and twirled some of the noodles on it. Nodding her head, she looked up at him, and the scar brought another question. Nah, that'll only piss him off and that's the last thing I want to do. "What brought you here?" Deciding that was a better question, she hoped it wouldn't piss him off either. Sadness shown in his eyes for a brief second before it returned to his don't-talk-to-me-or-I'll-gut-you look. "Don't ask anymore questions about my past."

"I'm sorry." After seeing the look in his eyes, she knew she didn't want to cause him any more pain so she returned to her plate and they ate in silence.

Looking up at her, he knew she was truly sorry and didn't mean to bring up anything to harm him. Deciding that the silence had gone on long enough, he sighed. "What about you?" She looked up and answered him. "Off and on, but I've been here for a couple of weeks because I just didn't want to stay at my house after my grandfather died. I just wanted a little escape." Tears glistened in her eyes but never fell. He saw instantly that she was trying to be strong and not show herself to anyone. He was all to familiar with that feeling of not wanting to show yourself, to not want their pity, or so that you won't want to get close to anyone and so you hide yourself so you won't lose anyone you love anymore. After what had happened to his pack and how he betrayed them, he had buried those feelings so deep that they were just a faint whisper now.

After they finished eating in silence, she picked up their plates and put them in the sink and ran water over them. Shutting the water off, she turned around and saw Tsume standing in the archway. Walking towards him, he turned and walked into the living room, she followed him and they both sat on the couch. Watching the TV, she felt the feeling of him looking at her. She turned her head just enough that she could look at him through the corner of her eye, but he had his gaze on the TV. After the show was over, he rose up and straightened his jacket. She stood up and looked at him. "Thanks for the meal." He stared at her, and as she said "you're welcome" he walked to the door. She opened up the door and watched him walk out. On the stoop, he turned around and looked up at her. "Say, what say me and you go out sometime tomorrow?" She smiled at him and nodded yes. They both agreed on noon being a good time and he stepped onto the sidewalk and waited till he heard the door shut and the click of her deadbolt locking. Walking back towards his makeshift den, he, for the first time in a long time, felt that something was actually going right, but there also was the sense of something was going to happen. A sense that told him that his happiness would not last long.

Fucking figures… Sullenly he continued walking on.

Locking the door, she walked to her room, changed into her pajamas, and laid down. Picking up her phone, she made a call that was long over due.

Walking through the doors of Bo's bar, the smell of cheap beer and cigarettes and the sights and sounds of a rowdy group that must be celebrating that they have twenty four hours before they have to go back to work. Preparing her side of the bar, Trixi walked to her side. Confirming her suspicions of what the latest gossip was, she started gently rubbing her back. "Hey, you alright, doll?" she asked gently. "Yeah. I'm ok." She stacked some small glasses in small rows of four. Trixi expelled a sigh and looked back at her. "Listen, I'm sorry, I know what it feels like and to find out who it was and how close they are to you. But you needed to know the truth, no matter how hard it hurt. You know you can talk to me anytime." She gave her a hug and went back to the other end of the bar.

Watching Trixi mixing some drinks for a couple that was happily talking and giggling at each other. "You know, knowing Sera, I'm not all that surprised. I mean she didn't exactly make Miss Proper Lady of the Year in high school." Trixi chuckled and said, "Oh, yeah. That girls door stayed open as long as this bar." Bo emerged when he heard the girls laughing.

"Now you girls need to make me some money instead of chatting about others open door policy." he said jokingly.

"You know we can multi-task, Bo." Rienne said with a smile on her face while putting a couple of beers in front of two guys who were talking amongst each other.

The hours passed by quickly, new and regular customers coming and going before closing time. No sign of the wolf hunter and his dog Rienne noticed as she was leaving. Heading back to her home, she got the sudden feeling that something was coming. She felt it in the air, her senses on high alert. What did all of this mean? Shaking it off she continued down the street.