“Who was that?”

Ashlin, who wasn’t listening in the slightest, looked from the empty corner back to her friend. “What?”

“That guy who was staring at you, it seemed like he knew you from somewhere. He was actually quite attractive.” Rebecca added as an afterthought while brushing her fingers through her damp hair.

“No…I don’t know who he was. The way he looked at me was kind of…weird.”

“You were giving him the same kind of look, Ash.” Rebecca said as she placed her hands on the vents to warm them. Richard, in the front seat was completely silent, either listening or not caring.

“Was I?” Ashlin said, mildly surprised, she didn’t remember giving him any kind of look. She decided to change the subject, “So, what exactly are we doing this week?”

“Well, I thought we wouldn’t do anything tonight so you could rest. There’s a new dance club that just opened up a couple of blocks away from the apartment. I thought we could check it out tomorrow night if you wanted.” Rebecca said, clearly excited about that idea.

“Dancing sounds…fun.” Ashlin replied, although cringing on the inside. She hadn’t danced since her high school prom. She wasn’t too fond of dancing, especially with a bunch of strangers around her, but Rebecca would be there so it might be okay.

“What’s all over your fingers, Ash?” Rebecca asked, gesturing to her right hand. Ashlin looked down at her hand, than gave a small laugh of amusement.

“It’s charcoal, I was sketching on the plane before I fell asleep. I still use my fingers to blend sometimes. Bad habit, I guess.” She answered with another small laugh.

“What did you draw?”

“A little boy sleeping against his father’s shoulder, they were sitting in the row across from mine. It was so adorable.” A smile touched her lips as she remembered the boys half open mouth, the hood pulled over his light blond hair, and the peaceful expression that had settled on his small face. She wished she could feel that peaceful every once and a while. She couldn’t remember the last time she had fallen asleep against her father like that, had to have been when she was little. He was too busy with work and a new, younger woman that he had chosen to take the place of her mother.

“Do you still have it or did you give it to the father?” Becca inquired, breaking Ashlin’s reverie.

“Yeah I still have it; it’s in my sketch book.” She replied.

“So, you draw?” Richard asked from the front seat, speaking for the first time since they left the airport. He glanced at her in the rearview mirror.

Rebecca scoffed, “Does she draw…Richard, Ashlin is one of the best artists I’ve ever seen.”

“So do you draw just people? Or can you do landscapes and all that?” His eyes darted back to hers, ignoring his sister.

“Um, I can do a little bit of everything I guess. I mostly stick to people though. I brought some of my portfolio if you guys want to see them.” Ashlin said looking back to Rebecca, who nodded and smiled.

“That would be nice.”

Ashlin smiled and looked back out the window. They were deep in the heart of Seattle now; skyscrapers loomed hundreds of feet over head. As they passed a luxurious hotel, Ashlin noticed that a black SUV was parked in front of the entrance of the building. She immediately thought of the dark haired man from the airport, but quickly dismissed the notion. There could dozens of those cars in the city, it was just a coincidence. She turned away from the hotel to respond to what Rebecca was telling her just as the door opened and the man in black stepped out of the car.