Thread: A New Life (Lost Lamb & rpfiend_123)

It was more than apparent that Sophie had no interest in talking to Matthew on the 20 minute car ride to the humble downtown. He tried to make some small talk, but he could tell that the phone she was absorbed in would be her only conversation copanion as long as the battery and data lasted. He knew that wouldn't matter much. Especially out in the fields where service was suspect at best. Main street was lined with 1 of each kind of shop that a small country town needed, and the few roads that crossed over it offered the town's only glimpse of 'modernity' with the 5 street lights it possessed. There was a tailor, a feed store, a grocery store, a couple dive bars and a gun shop. As Matt slowed to the 25 mile per hour speed limit, he cranked down his window and waved to some people on the sidewalk. Buddy, how are ya? He shouted to a particularly heavy set gentleman in overalls sitting on a bench outside the liquor store. Matt! You ol' sumbitch. Doin' good. he drawled back. Matt smiled to himself. He loved his town. The stark contrast to LA was something he was now aware of more than ever seeing as he had west-coast incarnate on the bench seat next to him. He glanced over at her, the tan expanse of her legs coming into view before jerking his head back to pay attention while he parked in front of Julie's Outfitters. Here we are. He said, stepping out onto the runner bar of his truck and then down onto the concrete. His wood soled brown boots making thud stomps along the sidewalk as he held open the glass door for Sophie to go in ahead of him to the. In the window were advertisements for Justin Boots, Cruel Girl Jeans and Stetson hats and fragrances. The bell dinged and he paused a few feet in, reaching to tuck his shirt in into his jeans, revealing a simple brown belt with a silver belt buckle. The shirt clung nicely to his midsection now and you could tell his body had little, if any, excess fat on it. He raked his fingers through his hair, pushing his greying locks to the side and patted it down neatly. Just then, a pretty blue eyed blonde woman walked by, easily in her late 30s. Hey Julie. He waved, his smile widening. Well hey Matty. She replied in a sweet southern drawl, pausing when she caught sight of Sophie. And.. who is this? Is this.. She stammered, her eyes obviously flitting over Sophie's exposed outfit. This is my niece. He said, quickly. Fresh in from LA. She's gonna be helpin me on the farm for a bit. He reached over and gripped her shoulder, pulling her in firmly to his side and clamping her there for a moment before releasing her again. She needs some work clothes. And a church dress. We'll just be over in the ladies section. He pointed, obviously knowing where it is as he strode away quickly. Well just holler if you need anything. She said as they walked past ailes of hats, jeans and boots until they got to a large corner of the store. Matt exhaled a bit, seemingly preparing himself for the insurmountable task at hand of shopping with a California teen. Alright, you need jeans, boots, some tank tops and shirts, and a dress.. Now I umm..I guess just pick out whatever you want as long as it's that? he said, leaning back against a load bearing wooden beam in the store, folding his tanned, exposed forearms in front of his chest. The muscles tensing in an agreeable manner.