:All You'll Ever Need: -- Beach

Desiree was still waiting on a response from her question when she saw the shift on both Elden’s and the Giant’s face. She’d been around guys most her life, wanting to be like them when it came to cars and yet also wanting to be known as a woman she was quickly becoming. Long story short despite it being a tightrope act, she knew when the mood had shifted. There was something nearly hesitate in the older man’s words and actions. Something that seemed off even for the little amount of time she’d been around him. He breathed confidence but that momentum seemed to have vanished.

Then there was Elden, hand grasping to the giant’s as they both listened to him introduce himself and who he really was, and with each word Desiree wished she could fade into the asphalt and away, this wasn’t her conversation to have. Her father was dead, her mother had said as much. This was a moment for Elden. Glancing up from under dark lashes the look passing over her childhood friend and crush was enough to chill blood, if ever she had felt the need to be afraid it was now. The look he was giving the gi…Sphinx, was murderous and dangerous.

Stuck in a tug-a-war of emotions and pushed to the sidelines Des battled with rather to break the ice yet and or caught her loses and hope to find a similar ride in the future, rather it was Sphinx’s challenger or another. Weighing the pro’s and con’s of either remark, Des went with her gut, something the probably wasn’t wise but she’d never really thought twice about her actions and simply done. ”So about that ride…mind if I take a spin and leave you two to duke it out?” the question was legit, the concern tangible, she really didn’t want to be her but she didn’t want to just turn tail and run either. At least if she took the car Sphinx wouldn’t leave and she’d have to come back too. Knowing whom the giant of a man was, she knew he’d hunt her down and retrieve his ride if she failed to return it.

Though the main reason she asked, the main reason she wanted to get away, was to avoid the look on Elden’s face, the one of blank detachment, the same one she’d seen when he came back last summer. She also didn’t want to be around if Elden shot the guy, something she doubted would occur but still knew a plausible reaction concerning the circumstances. Shifting from side to side, Des tried her best not to look nervous and failed. She should just go back to her car and call it a day, head to the house, and call mom. She doubted the woman would be back to huge manor like house anytime soon. She always stayed at the club these days, at that sweet apartment upstairs. She’d have the place to herself…something she was suddenly craving as the raw idea that Elden had his father back, but she never would.

This whole situation, blew…hard.