The moment his hand touched her shoulder was when she realized she was actually crying. More than one tear had made its way down her face and, in a panic; she moved them with her hands in a quick action before speaking. “Yes, it seems incredibly fair.” She said softly, a firm nod rising and falling her head before she looked up at him. At that moment, she realized that he was actually touching her and her dislike for contact from man came into play.

She shook of his hand and stepped away from him, “Well, we can’t make any progress standing around.” She said sternly, doing her best to cap her emotions despite her desperate want to curl up in a ball and cry. “Let’s go to the gym and start. The sooner we start the sooner you can improve.” With that she turned on her heel and started out of the hospital. Yeah… Holly does lack manners but it’s not intentional.

Growing up alone was hard, and with her being female, she was the target for a lot of perverts in New York City. Until she stumbled upon the man she now calls her ‘Boss’. Since then she has been able to afford a small one bedroom apartment, build a small amount of credit and keep the men who think she’s corner candy at bay. It’s still not her favorite situation and she isn’t afraid to punch someone in the face for attempted to solicit a booty call from her. “But first, I need a drink.” She said mostly to herself as she arrived outside, whether or not Cole was keeping up with her was beyond her knowledge until she stepped off the curb and to a sleek jet black [url= http://i861.photobucket.com/albums/ab171/rongriffin007rg/Kawasaki1.jpg]motorcycle[/url]. She detached the silver helmet from the back of the bike and began to tie up her raven hair before looking at Cole. “I’m going to hit the Fuzzy Bunny for a drink and a burger before the gym.”