Rob stopped the car in front of the gallery, it was nicely decorated outside with new paint and wording on the glass. He stepped from the car after checking his reflection in the mirror and made his way toward the door, only to be met by the perky blonde he could only imagine was Amy.

"Hi, are you Rob?" she asked, looking him over and he could feel his palms getting sweaty as his nervousness grew. She offered him her hand, and after a quick swipe on his jeans he took it.

"I'm Rob the Slob, Syd's friend," he noticed a slight frown when he introduced himself, and had to wonder what the woman thought. Maybe his heart was beating out of his chest for no reason, or maybe he couldn't stop thinking about her lips, touching his. "You can call me Rob."

"Rob sounds better," She agreed as she looked slightly up at him and smiled again, causing his heart to beat faster. She was like nothing he'd ever seen, and she was actually paying attention to what he was saying, like he mattered. "Are we taking your car?" she asked as she looked over at his old Caddy Hearse. "That is a cool car, but why a hearse?" she turned and looked at him again, so he was glad to have the car as a distraction from watching her.

"Well, it carries us and our gear to the gigs we hit, you know? I had to put a backseat in, but there is still a lot of room for our gear." Rob explained, leaving out the fact that it was his first car.

"We'll take it, you'd probably be more comfortable driving your own car than mine." She turned from him and moved toward a custom-painted candy orange SVT Ford Focus, and in moments she was moving down the alley next to the gallery.

"Damn you, Syd!" Rob shook his fist toward the sky, like Syd would be able to hear him. He was quickly brought back as she appeared at the gallery door again, pushing it open, and struggling with bags, and he moved to help her. "Let me get this, and we can get on the road."

He noticed she had one bag that was huge, and the other two weren't small either. He had to wonder then, why everything he needed fit into one smallish bag. He lifted her things into the car, and after closing the big back door, he walked to the passenger side and pulled open her door; partly for manners, and the fact that it stuck if you didn't know the 'trick.'

"Your chariot, M'lady." he said with a bow, trying to relax and flirt a little. He was greeted with a laugh that sounded as something borrowed from angels as she sat down in the car and thanked him.

Things were looking up, and there was nothing but time to get to know this woman, his soon to be sister-in-law's best friend, and if he wasn't careful, the owner of his soul.