((Sorry everyone! Depression is kicking my butt lately. Hopefully I'm coming out of this one!))

Drake believed that Raina hadn't been snooping purposely. When she looked away from him, he sneaked a glance at his bench. Had she come across what he had there? "You're welcome," he finally said. "I just did what anyone should do. I don't see why no one else would have cared though. Are the people of this town so inconsiderate, Raina?"

She might wonder how he'd known he name, considering she'd never given it. He directed her to the couch where he sat, grabbing a piece of toast. He was hungry, too. The storm still raged outside, and it was far from breakfast. But who didn't love breakfast, at any time of the day?

"How's your head?" he asked, golden-hazel eyes never leaving hers. His stare, to some, may have seemed somewhat empty, or cold. But to anyone else, his demeanor and personality, not to mention good looks, would make up for that.