Michael saw the dust plume from Alex's SUV coming down the road from the small window of his airstream. He ran his fingers through his dark curls and sighed. Guerin knew this would eventually happen no matter how much he denied it. That the music to this little dance they were playing would eventually stop and they would have to face each other and talk.
By the time the airman arrived, Michael was seated in a lawn chair outside his trailer. He figured if there was going to be any talking it best be done out there, because they both know not much talking happens inside in such close corridors.
"Hey," He greeted Alex from his chair. He was wearing his jean jacket over blue plaid button up opened enough to see the white tank underneath; faded dark jeans and his boots rounded out the outfit.