"It's a sickness... I guess. I can't remember ever living without it." (O/O) (Probably romance ;)

She stopped talking and looked away.

"Querido señor, esto va a ser más difícil de lo que pensé," He muttered, "Come on, Liena. I'm here to help."

She said nothing, but her eyes were glossy.

He sighed, "Do you want any help?"

She spoke through gritted teeth. "My family was murdered. I watched them all die and there was nothing I could do. You want to help? Bring my family back."

Tyler narrowed his eyes at her, “Sadly I’m not a miracle worker.”

"Then you can't help me."

“I can try and make you happy, at least a little. You can’t spend all your life in the dark.”

She looked away disbelievingly. "And how are you going to make me happy?"

He grinned, “You’ll find out in time hermoso.”

She pressed her lips together and looked back at him with a glare. "What do you know about me?"

“I know you’re introverted, I know what happened to your family and you hate talking and think that we think you’re a hopeless case.” He shrugged.

"What's my favorite color?" She stared at him, waiting for his response.

Tyler shrugged, "I dunno. Black? Pink? Or both?"

"It's blue. Blue like my dead mother's eyes. You don't know the first thing about me."

"Then let me learn. Teach me about yourself."

"No," she replied stubbornly.

"Why not?" Tyler raised an eyebrow.

Liena said nothing. She played with the ring on her right ring finger.

Tyler sighed, then muttered something in Spanish before he pulled out a slip of paper, and handed it to her, "My number. In case you change your mind."

Slowly, she reached out and took it.

"I just want to help. And maybe gain a friend," Tyler put his hand in his sweatshirt pockets, "If you want someone to talk to, then just call."

After a moment, she nodded. "You're better then any of these damn doctors that are here."

Tyler chuckled, "They're not that bad. Actually, they are pretty bad."

She cracked a small smile at that.

"So, give me a call hermaso, I'll listen to everything you have to say." He smiled before leaving.

Liena looked down at the paper in her fingers. Okay.

(Should we skip to when Liena calls him for something?)

(Yeah)

Liena held her cell phone in her hand, the piece of paper in the other. There were no doctors in the room. "Dammit," she mumbled before dialing the number and waiting.

It was a minute before Tyler picked up. There was some muffled spanish on the other end before Tyler replied, "Hola? Hello?"