Flynn paused, listening to the male's voice, "Course." He replied simply, "I.." he trailed off, spotting a familiar figure across the lot. "I'll talk to you later," he smiled, hanging the phone up and slipping it back into his pocket. "Flynn?" He turned on his heels, hoping to avoid the person. She strolled forward, a bright smile on her face. "It's me. Kyra," she smiled. "Oh! Kyra!" He smiled fakely. Kyra used to be his best friend in high school. She was a major cluts and a but ditsy. "How did you recognize me?" He questioned. "Your birthmark..?" She smiled oddly, motioning towards the small mark on his neck. "Son of a.." he muttered, covering it up.