Dakota:  “Sorry.  She’s always late.”

Xavier:  “Don’t apologize for her.  She’s a busy woman.”

He rolls his eyes as she sits with one foot on the couch.  The 23 year old still has his blonde hair but styled in a short cut with bangs that hang in his eyes.  On his lower half he has on baggy camo shorts and above he dons a faded green sleeveless t-shirt showing off his muscular arms.  Oh his feet are orange slip on vans, one with a finger pointing outwards and the other with a hand hold up its middle finger.

Dakota:  “Obviously.  We all are, well those of us with jobs.  That still doesn’t excuse lateness.”

Xavier:  “What the hell is that supposed…”

He’s cut off by a 24 year old Angelica running in yapping on her blackberry.  She stretched out to be a cool 5’ 8”.  Her once dark, tight curls have now loosened a bit falling neatly on her shoulders and framing her face beautifully.  She’s wearing a navy blue business suit with a t-shirt under her blazer of a rock and roll band and converse all stars on her feet.  She clutches an expensive designer handbag in her hand and she wraps up her conversation.

Angelica:  “Ok your gonna have to handle that for the next hour.  Just make sure Jasmine sends those documents to the courier no later then 3.  They have to get there today…Don’t I know it.  Ok I gotta go my brothers are shooting daggers at me with their eyes….Thanks I’m going to need it.”

She hangs up and removes the blue tooth from her ear.

Angelica:  “Heya fellas.  Sorry I’m late Dr. Phillips.  Traffic.”

Dr.:  “That’s quite alright.  Why don’t you have a seat between your brothers over on the couch there?”

Dakota stands first offering his sister a warm hug.  The 20 year old is wearing fashionable designer jeans with small tears and bleach stains here and there.  He’s also sporting a black and white ‘Save Darfur’ t-shirt with matching black and white pumas on his feet.  His hair is slightly longer then the average male hair cut and styled like one of those male models in GQ or something.