Eva walked silently into the Chinese Restaurant, one of her favorite places to eat. She was greeted almost instantly by one of the waitresses, who, with a thick accent, asked if she was waiting for anyone. When Eva said she was alone, the woman escorted her to a table near the center of the restaurant. She placed a menu in front of Eva and politely excused herself, walking to a nearby table with a screaming child.

Eva shook her head slightly. She would never understand why parents would allow their children to throw such fits without a single scolding word. Turning to the menu, she skimmed for her favorite item. In the exotic print, she found Chicken Lo Mein with Rice.

A few minutes later, the waitress came back. Eva gave told her the order, and with a nod, the waitress was gone once more. Eva looked around for a moment, and noticed the table next to her housed one young woman.

Do the waitresses say anything around here? Eva said quietly to the teenager, smiling a bit. Eva held out her hand. I'm Eva Winfield. I think I've seen you before. Have I? Eva was sure she had seen the teen roaming Leikela Ranch, but she had never been great with faces. With the chance of being mistaken, she figured she might as well ask the young lady.

Now Eva remembered. If there was one face she remembered better than anything, it was the face of a horse. Desperenzia and Roan Music had only been boarding for a few days, but she had gotten to know them pretty well. The mare seemed to be jittery and hyper most of the time, but she was a sweetie anyway. And that stallion...some days he was a fiery spirit, and some he was as sweet as could be.

Oh, yes. That's right. It's a pleasure to officially meet you, Callista. Eva reached out to shake the teenager's hand. You own a couple of fine horses, if I do say so myself. Do you show them?

Though Eva had never been big on showing, herself, she admired the hard work the riders put into showing their horses. It wasn't that it was too much hard work for Eva, she just didn't like what the show horses oftentimes turned into. Spoiled, rotten brats was the common result, but there were always the hot heads, and then there were the ones who stayed sweet their entire lives. It was always a tossup with show horses.

(ooc: gotta hate those waitresses. lol. I'll wait for Cally to post first. I'm too sick to post anything decent today anyway. blech...)

(ooc: sorry I didn't reply sooner. we've been moving into our new house the past couple of days)

Eva listened quietly as the girl spoke, smiling in places, nodding in places, making sure she looked intrigued in places. Not that she wasn't intrigued. The girl's horses seemed rather well-brought-up. They were beautiful horses, and Eva wasn't surprised in the least to hear that they showed in several different categories. As the girl -Callista, was her name?- went on for a few moments, Eva noticed the woman that had sat down a few minutes before. Once the short monologue was over, Eva spoke up.

You must have some talented horses. Your mare looks like she'd be a good jumper. The ranch owner complimented.

She sat quietly as Callista politely allowed the new woman into the conversation. As Eva awaited her answer, she pecked at her food listlessly. A list of barn chores she had to do once she got home habitually scrolled through her mind as she listened to the conversation. She never had been big on talking much, herself. Too much red tape in the lot of it. She found it best to just listen, and so far, no one seemed to mind.