An old 1985 Jeep cuts through the cool Autumn air as is coast over a hill into the city of Denver behind the wheel a young man in his early 20's with short buzz cut dark brown hair and soft baby blue eyes, a dark 5 o'clock shadow covers his well-defined chin his eyes droopy and red indicating that he had been driving for most of the night. his lean muscular build is covered by a light grey t-shirt gray cargo pants that looked just a little wrinkled and disheveled a pair dark brown combat boots that look like they'd walked many miles and a dark blue Dallas Cowboys baseball cap that had seen better days covers his buzzcut hair. He looks over the ridge at the city of Denver the Mile-High City.

He can't help but look out at the majestic mountain landscape with the large looming mountains almost hazy blue in color with large corporate skyscrapers that jut out from the ground trying to match the mountains in sheer height. A small smile creeps across his face he had been on the road for months and seen many places and done many things he had been running from a lot of things for a long time. But he can't help but think maybe this could be the place he could finally call home a place where his past could stay in the past and he could have a new life with new friends and new opportunities. So, he floors the gas sending the Jeep down the ridge and into the city of Denver not knowing what's in store for him over the next few months.

Meanwhile across town Kristen Baxter walks into Chauncey's dinner as the early morning sun has made its way into the sky she quickly bends down to tie her shoes and looks around at the bustling diner with local and out of town patrons alike enjoying their first meal of the day the load sounds of the grill and the cursing of the grill cook many can be heard towards the back. She just sighs pulling herself to her feet just in time to hear the pickup bell ring she quickly walks over to the window and picks up the food carrying it to the waiting customer at the counter with the best fake smile she can muster up she hands him the plate of food and a napkin before leaning against the counter with a gentle sigh.

This had become her normal routine for the last 2 years since she had Boyd. Now she wasn't mad at Boyd by any means or even upset about getting pregnant at 17. Having Boyd was one of the best things that had ever happened to her and he was the most important thing in her world. But she just couldn't help but think could things be better she was living with her parents and her two younger sisters all of whom she loves to death. But things could get a little crowded in a house full of people add a baby into the mix and it made you realize how small things really are. Then there was her job at the dinner don't get her wrong she was glad that Chauncey had offered the struggling Mom the job right out of high school.

But being a waitress had its drawbacks it didn't pay all that great mostly relying on tips to survive it was also tiring not to mention that many nights she came home smelling of French fries and meat loaf which in its self was enough to make her sick to her stomach. She had envisioned herself doing so much more after High School but as she had learned life loves to throw you a curve ball every once in a while, and sometimes you just have to role with the punches. Not to mention her boyfriend at the time Ryan had run for the hills upon hearing of her pregnancy she hadn't seen him in almost two years.

She just needed something to go right in her life for once she dreamed of one day being swept of her feet by a kind decent good-looking guy who would accept her and Boyd for who they were warts and all. She rolls her eyes chuckling to herself that stuff only happens in the movies and those cheesy Nicolas Sparks books her Mom had been known to read from time to time. She was quickly brought out of her daze by a gentle tap on her shoulder it was Manny signaling her that there were orders to be picked up, so she quickly walks over sorting out the plates pushing those thoughts away for another day.