She wants to apologize.

"Hey, Brent?" She asked, her eyes not looking at me directly. I liked how her short blonde hair framed her face, and I actually thought she looked better without the beret she had worn the night before.

"Yeah?" I inquired, not wanting to push past her.

"I'm sorry I treated you like an asshole yesterday." She apologized, still not looking at me straight on.

"You didn't." I said, trying to think what she was apologizing for.

"I mean, what I said to you in the car. You were being a decent person, and I see that now." She glanced at me, before turning her eyes to study a drop of rain on one of the windows.

"Hey, you didn't know me then. I didn't take it personal." And in fact, I hadn't. Beautiful women like her had reason enough to be suspicious of men offering "help."

"Thanks. Really." She looked up at me again and for a moment, I stared into her soft gray eyes. There was something there that I could not read, but the moment ended, and she turned and walked towards her makeshift target.

I shook my head, exiting the bus and closing the door. I could see Helen removing arrows from the dirt, and carefully wiping them clean before placing them in a small black leather quiver that she had placed nearby. She acknowledged me with a quick wave, which I returned as I climbed back onto the porch.

Inside the house, I found Kaila and Charlotte sitting at the table, speaking happily and earnestly. I nodded to them as I entered, heading to the sink. Quickly, I scrubbed the frying pan, removing a thin layer of red-orange buildup, and washing it down the sink. I wiped the pan dry, and set it on the oven, turning it on to a low heat.

Snippets of the women's conversation reached my ears as I cracked several eggs in one of my hands, stirring the resulting mass with a spatula. As they formed into light and fluffy shapes, I added thin slices of cheese, working the melting garnish in evenly. I heard the front door open again as I withdrew four plates from a cupboard, and scooped a portion of the eggs onto each.

"Anybody want coffee?" I called over my shoulder, noting that someone had already turned the machine on. I remembered that we had brought up a bunch of grapes, and added some to each of the plates after removing the bunch from the fridge.

"Yes. The usual." Kaila called back.

"All set!" Charlotte spoke, raising a cup that I had not previously noted.

"Sugar and cream please." Called out Helen, simplifying things, since that was the way both Kaila and I took it. I poured three cups, prepped them, and carried them to the table, followed by a second trip for the plates which held our breakfasts.

"So I think that could work." Kaila nodded, obviously finishing a conversation.

"Did I miss something?" I asked, taking the first bite of my eggs, and noting that they needed salsa.