( oh, so that's the story. it actually makes sense, now that she thinks about it. robbie's definitely friendly enough to make friends, and she vaguely remembers him talking about a cowboy he met at some point or another. this must be said cowboy. unfortunately, she doesn't know his name. )

He's a little more than a friend, but yeah, I know him. ( a grin curves the corners of her mouth up as she takes back the water bottle, settling it on the chair where her gym bag sits half-packed. ) What kind of help is he sending you to me for? I'm guessing you don't need your oil changed.

( though she knows how to do that now! )