Once you motorbike around an area since the age of two (I was on Uncle Owen's bike with him), you started to memorize it like the back of your hand, you memorize all of the trees, paths and anything between. I could bike here with my eyes closed.

Motor biking is my escape, letting me think and disappear from the park for a while, however it got boring to go around Isla Nublar repeatedly, especially after circling around the island multiple times. I groaned and decided to park back at the Bungalow after getting a snack at the park.

Claire Dearing, the operations director here, was standing in the mud, wearing her white stilettos, with a full on white outfit from a white long pencil skirt, a button up blouse and a white jacket hanging on her shoulders. A belt was wrapped around her waist, still white. I can see how she was uptight by the way she stood, plus the way she looked around the bungalow proximity. Her orange hair was cut into a way that seemed like it could never stray; with bangs cut perfectly at her eyebrows and a bob cut that's curling in.

"...Mr. Grady..." Claire spoke, causing me to roll my eyes.

"Owen." My uncle's tone was warning as he spoke over her.

"You just went and made a new dinosaur?" I heard my uncle say as I pulled over. Claire turned her head, then acknowledged me before turning back her attention to my uncle.

"Yeah, it's kinda what we do here." Her voice was sassy, I have to give her a point for that. I plopped down on the staircase, as Claire then looked at both of us, motioning she needs both our help. "It's going to be open in the public in three weeks and Mr. Masrani wanted me to consult with you." It sounded as if every word she said was full of dread, while my uncle went over to her.

"Do you want to consult here or in my bungalow?" He flirted, causing me to groan and grab a small pebble from where I sat.

"You're gross." I groaned, chuckling slightly.

"It's not funny." Claire shook her head, while my uncle laughed to himself.

"A lil funny!" With that, he ran up the steps up to the bungalow, and patted my head. I gave Claire an apologetic look.

"We would like you to examine the paddock for vulnerabilities." She finally sighed.

"Why him?" I asked, before my uncle could open his mouth while he walked.

"I guess..." She pondered for a millisecond. "Mr. Masrani thinks since you are able to control the raptors..." My uncle came around once more.

"It's all about control with you." His tone was just a tone that showed certain story, 'listen young one' kind of voice.

"You don't control the raptors, it's a relationship." I added, kind of offended she thinks we're controlling them. It's all about relationships and respect for one another that makes it work.

"My niece here is right." He walked over to Claire. "It's based on mutual respect." He let a silence fill them, as he looked down on her due to her height. "That's why you and I never had a second date." He mentioned after the silence while walking away, causing me to burst out laughing while Claire's eyes went wide. She looked at me with a glare, causing me to stop laughing. She turned around and looked back at my uncle.

"Excuse me!" Her voice was defensive. "I never wanted a second date!" She preserved. I started feeling awkward as soon as they started talking about their date, and now they were having a spat, with my uncle mentioning she had an intinery, which her comeback was 'I'm an organized person'.

"What kind of a diet doesn't allow tequila?" My uncle asked, voice digusted and confused. I burst out laughing, even if I was feeling awkward, however they still spat at each other.

"All of them actually." They bantered. "What kind of a man shows up to a date...in board shorts?" She put him under the bus and she stood in front of me and he was fixing his motorcycle.

"It's Central America, it's hot!" He defended.

"Hey guys!" I called. "This is hilarious and all, however I'm feeling awkward and you looked at us like you needed both of us about this new hybrid." I stopped their blabbering.

"Yes, let's focus on the asset." Claire sighed, hands going down in a defensive position.

"The asset?" My uncle and I both said in disgust. These dinosaurs, or what she calls assets, even hybrids – have feelings.

"They're not assets." I started. "They're creatures! They breathe, they eat, they live, they have feelings!"

"Look, I get it. You're in charge out here, and you have to make a lot of tough decisions." My uncle sympathized, getting up and rubbing his hand with the towel. "Which is why it's probably easier for you to imagine these animals as numbers on a spreadsheet. But they're not." He was wise and empathetic, especially with the dinosaurs. "They're alive." He said in a way that could make people feel Goosebumps and excited.

"I'm fully aware they're alive..." She clueless informed, making me groan and face palm. For someone so smart, how was she so ignorant?

"Bloody hell." I mumbled into my hand, while spotting my uncle crack a small smile at it.

"You might've made them in a test tube..." My uncle started. "But they don't know that." He pointed out. "They're thinking 'I gotta eat, I gotta hunt, I gotta...'" He then did the motion that meant sex, causing me to groan and finally stand up from my place. I saw Claire roll her eyes. "You can relate to at least one of those things." Claire gave him a look to shut him down. She started walking down the steps, the noises her heels made were the only noise heard other than the crickets.

"I'll be in the car." She finished. "You might want to change your shirt. They're really sensitive to smell." With that, she walked towards her pristine white car with a sigh.

"Wait, do I have to do anything?" I asked her.

"It'd be great to have you come along, however..." I rolled my eyes at that however. "Mr. Masrani just wanted your uncle. You can go to the park though and just check on everything and hang out." She offered, lamely before walking towards her car. I saw my uncle stare at her, lovingly. 

"You like her." I teased.

"I do not!"

"Stop staring at her like that then!" I nudged, before jumping on my bike.

"HAVE FUN!" He screamed after me, tauntingly. 

"I WILL!" 

a/n: hey! so if anyone is reading this, please comment what you think so far! Also, if you have any ideas or any way you want Zach/Gray and Jessie to meet, please tell me :-D