As you drove to the trailer where Owen was staying, your mind wandered through memories, remembering the encounter you had a few months ago that didn't end well.

You didn't call him back like you promised, but it wasn't because you didn't want to see him again, but because you were too busy with work and research on the new dinosaur species.

As you reach a small clearing, near a waterfall, you see Owen's strong body from afar as he repairs his own motorcycle. The older man's piercing brown eyes meet yours. He raises his eyebrows, moving away from his motorcycle, approaching you while cleaning his own hand.

"Hey there, sweetcheeks." He calls out to you.