After getting his fair share from the heist Brendan went off the grid— he had bought a nice boat and sailed away from Australia all the way to Spain. He had taken a few stops to explore, sleep on a bed, walk on land— though after living at sea for almost two years things had calmed.

The feds had calmed down more which meant he didn’t need to worry about cops on every single corner of every street. When he had docked in a small town in Spain he decided to spend some more time there.

The locals were nice enough and no one knew about him which was a plus. Brendan was fine with living alone but that changed after he had saved a girl from a creep who had been harassing her. After that she seemed almost indebted to him— at first she made him ‘thank you cakes’, which were small cupcakes. Then she would drop of leftovers from whatever she made— then fresh loafs of bread.

At some point he has given up at trying to push her away— her reluctance to give up had worn him down.

“Jeez— Cupcake, you made me Shepards pie?”

He questions shaking his head. It’s been a long time since he’s had anything Scottish..