Friday night. Steiner St. San Francisco.

"EDD!"

The ravenette laughed.

"God damn you," Angela said breathlessly into his shoulder.

She was riding out her fourth orgasm of the night.

"Language, Ang."

"Fuck you, Vincent."

"Heh. You already did."

"Ass," she said, weakly striking him in the arm.

"You like it."

"I do. We gotta stop meeting like this, man."

He shot her a look and she giggled, which made him flip her on to her back.

"My turn."

"God, yes!"

Saturday morning. Peach Creek Manor Cemetery.

"Damn, I'm gonna miss you mom," Kevin said, laying a single rose on his mom's side of the family's headstone.

He heard her before he saw her. She tried to walk softly, but the spring morning was so quiet that even her soft steps in the grass were pretty noisy.

"Hey, Nazz."

"Hey, yourself. You ready to go."

"As I'll ever be."

The drive to the airport in Peach City was quiet except for the radio. When she pulled up to his terminal, sad green met sadder teal.

"I'm gonna miss you, Kev," Nazz said, willing herself not to cry.

"You're always welcome to visit, Nazz. Me casa es su casa."

"You don't have a casa, yet, you idiot," she giggled.

"Ha ha, smartass. When I get settled, I expect you on the first flight out."

"You got it, Dude!"

She helped him unload his bags from the trunk of her Bug and walked him to the door. They gave each other a long hug goodbye and he was gone.

Kevin couldn't believe his luck. He got the job. Putting all of his eggs in one basket actually paid off. His mom would have had a fit in that way that she always did whenever he did anything.

"Kevin, you can't just not go in without a plan, son!"

She had a plan for his life and her own. To be safe. His dad had his own plan for their lives. Drink, work, and drink some more and if anyone stood in the way of that, he'd rain redheaded Barr fury on their heads. His mom made that mistake 6 months ago and now she and his father were 6 feet underground. He'd been drinking and driving for years and for once she had the chance to take the keys.

She never got them.

He tossed her like a rag doll into the backseat and drove home. They never made it. He took a corner too hard and careened into a tree, killing her instantly. He had the audacity to hang on for a week. But now they were gone and Kevin was alone for the first time in his life. He had Nazz. She was his best girl. Always had been. But it wasn't the same. He graduated college a week after his dad's funeral. He couldn't stay in Peach Creek after his mom died, but he was the executor of their joint estate so he waited for his dad to kick before ditching town. Amy Lynn Barr got the Catholic Mass funeral she deserved. His father got a simple grave side service. If his mother hadn't been so involved in their parish, he'd left him with the hospital to deal with. So like a good son, he buried his father, too.

Now he's in a new town, ready to start fresh.

But first, a jog up the hilly streets of San Francisco.

"He's cute," Angela said.

Edd looked in the direction he saw her eyes focusing on.

Tall, tan, toned and red hair.

"I wonder if his eyes are green," she mused.

Edd gave her an incredulous look.

"I met a girl last year who had red hair, but hazel eyes," she said by way of an explanation.

"I suppose he might. Hair that red lends credence to green eyes."

When Kevin jogged past them, Angela and Edd's eyes went wide. He did have green eyes.

"I swear if he has an Irish accent, I'm gonna die," Angela giggled as she sipped her green tea lemonade.

"You wouldn't die. You'll blush so hard that your ears turn red, but you won't die."

Kevin jogged back to them.

"My Irish accent sucks. But I've gotta a cousin in Dublin you'd definitely blush for," he said with a wink to the now wide eyed caramel complected girl, before jogging away again.

Her ears did turn red and Edd laughed. But his own cheeks pinked as he took in Kevin's gait as he jogged away.

"He may not have an Irish accent, but he makes up for it with that ass," Angela said as she took in what had Edd so flustered.

Edd's ears turned red at her words and it was her turn to laugh.

As Kevin hit the corner, he spared a glance at the odd couple over his shoulder. The afro'd young woman was cute, but there was something about her sockhatted companion. Pale skin, long legs and blue eyes. And those ridiculously high cheekbones were the most adorable shade of pink. His red ears were the icing in the cake.

Catching Kevin's eye he took off his hat and ran his hands through inky black curls in an effort to hide his growing embarrassment. Plus, his head was hot. The breeze coming in from The Bay was just what he needed to cool off.

Kevin thought the whole thing was cute.

Playful, shy blue met mischievous green once more.

And distantly, sparks flew.