"Clarke you promised them a friend weekend, some fun. I can't believe you'd blow them of like that." Abby sighed, clearly exasperated.

"Mom it's just not a good time, I'm taking tomorrow off for the first time in a year to hang out with them. Trust me. Today has just been really busy." Clarke replied as she hit the gas, desperate to get to Bellamy's so she could find an excuse to hang up.

"Remember these boys helped you get through rough times, you should be there for them regardless of work." Abby said finally. "I'll talk to you soon sweetie, take care of yourself."

"Love you mom." She saw his bungalow in the distance as she hung up with her mom. Clarke couldn't believe her own family couldn't understand how difficult her job was, running a theme park by herself, speaking to sponsors, making sure a repeat of the original Parks never happened again, all while trying to make time for her friends, staff, and this new hybrid dinosaur exhibit. She parked the car and got out, the sticky Costa Rican air hit her in stark contrast to her air conditioned Mercedes.

Clarke approached the small wooden house, it fit in with the dense, green rain forest surrounding it, unlike her in her pristine white blouse and skirt with 5 inch spike heels. The only color she truly had was her lavender tank top under her work shirt, it went perfect with the growing bags under her eyes from lack of sleep. She continued her trek to the front of the house with unease as her shoes kept sinking into the soggy dirt.

"Hey princess. Why are you here?" Bellamy called from the ground, he was covered in grease from the bike he was working on. His dark curly hair was shiny with sweat after working in the sun for so long.

"We need you to come look at the new enclosure for our latest exhibit. Mr. Wallace says you're the man to go to. To check for vulnerabilities." Clarke said with complete authority. Bellamy stood up and wiped his hands on his blue jeans, shaking his head.

"What makes him think I'm qualified?" He crossed her and climbed the stairs to his home grabbing the towel on the wooden rail.

"Because you're the only one who can control the raptors." Bellamy laughed and gave her a sly, cocky smile.

"It's not control, Princess, it's a relationship. Something you'll never understand."
He headed back to his bike.

"Ok we had one pathetic date." She huffed.

"You printed out itinerary for it! Who does that?"

"I'm an organized person. And you wore board shorts!"

"We're in Central America it was hot, and you don't drink tequila, what diet restricts tequila?"

"Um all of them actually. But we're getting besides the point Mr. Blake, will you please just come look at the paddock and we can be done?" She gave him an exasperated look, this conversation was not going how she wanted it to.

"Fine, but just know these are animals and you can't control them. You can make them in a test tube but they don't know that. They're thinking they need to eat, hunt, and..." He glanced at Clarke suggestively. "I hope you can related to one of those things."

"I'll wait in the car...and I suggest you change your shirt." She said stepping closer to Bellamy, his Adam's apple jerked as he caught a whiff of her vanilla scent, she looked straight into his brown eyes, noticing they had grown darker, "they're very sensitive to...smell." a shadow of a smile creeped on her tired, pale face. Slowly she turned around and walked back to her car, stumbling slightly as her heels dug into the damp ground. Bellamy wiped his eyes, streaking grease that he hadn't quite wiped off yet onto his lids, grinning to himself. After packing his tools up, he went inside, and changed into a blue button up shirt with a brown vest, and clean, dark blue jeans; he then hopped on his bike and headed over the the new paddock where she would be waiting for him.