Part of something more: The diner; Upstate.

There was a difference in Dean, she thought. He was young, yes, but there was more to him than his age. Having recently spent time with Richard's teenage son, the difference, she thought, was remarkable.

There were times with Richard's son, when they were traveling, when she was reading, that she would look up suddenly and find her gaze locked on his and together they'd remain until she looked away. But there was nothing to it, his eyes were always blank, as if they only needed a direction to look and she happened to be in the frame of reference. With Dean, however, when she was eating, or reading, she'd look up quickly and catch him looking at her and he would look away slightly embarrassed.

"You caught me," it seemed like he would say, but she didn't mean to catch him and so began their story.