"As long as it takes...you really know what you're going for, don't you?" I commented, surprised by his answer. "You know exactly what you want and you'll know exactly when you're finished. Not a day or picture sooner." Sammy trotted over to me, clearly assuming he was tagging along. "Aw, buddy..." I bent down, rubbing his head. The vet had clear advice that he was too old to go everywhere with me anymore, so a trip like this had to be skipped. "Next time, okay?"

With a small sigh I let Peter go first before closing the door behind us, the automatic lock clicking into place. Down the old, weather worn steps we went, my truck parked in the gravel lane. It was an old blue pick-up that I wasn't a big fan of. But I also wasn't a fan of spending money on something I didn't care about either, so there it was to stay. Having a nice sedan would have to come later in life. "I'm surprised you came in the summer," I commented, putting the keys in and letting the old engine rev before stepping on the gas. "I thought you'd want to get pictures of the snow on the ground, that sort of thing. I think people expect it to always be snowing here or something."

I know I shouldn't have been, but I was completely and totally comfortable with the man. Every since the crap my dad put us through I wasn't interested in any romantic dealings, and it was probably because of it that I didn't care what he did. If he only agreed to this to flirt then fine, let him. I figured if he was there to hurt me...well, then he could try and do that too. But I wasn't going to pass up an opportunity to show my home off. Besides, he was intriguing and had a friendly aura about him. I knew it would be fine and didn't think twice about driving off with a stranger in my truck. Perhaps growing up in a small town had left me too trusting, because I certainly wouldn't do that today.

Along the way I spoke of the history I knew, struggling to keep my eyes on the long, empty roads instead of him. How many people lived there and when tourists usually came for whale and iceberg sighting on boat trips. I didn't want to give away the places we were going- keeping it a surprise would be best. It didn't take long, though, for me to get bored of speaking. I wanted to listen to Peter. "I like your hat by the way," I teased, reaching out to playfully flick the floppy rim of his Hawaii hat. "Your home, I looked it up last night. It really is another world compared to this, isn't it? Beautiful. Course I bet you've been to a thousand different gorgeous places...I can't imagine, traveling like that seems so surreal. Where all have you been?"