Manny Ramirez had been dead for about six and a half years. H head spent those years watching over his daughter, Angie, and Rollie Tyler, who he had given the loft and shop to. Keeping an eye on both of them was a handful. They both seemed to get into trouble easily. Rollie more than Angie, though.
Rollie was more of the wild and risk taker of the two. He would help the cops without a second thought (on most occasions). He'd been shot at, caught in a burning building, hung from a helicopter, hit by a car, punched in the face and stomach more times than Manny kept count, ect. ect.
Angie was the careful of the two. She wasn't that anxious to the help the cops. But she would go along with Rollie and help him. Manny knew the only way she did him help the cops was to make sure he didn't get hurt or in trouble.
Manny knew they both had a strong relationship with each other. Rollie and Angie both depended on each other. Manny was glad Angie had Rollie. And Rollie had Angie. Manny was sure they would both be bad off if they didn't have the other to depend on.
All Manny wished know was that Angie and Rollie would give into their romantic feelings for each other, like Manny knew they had.
He had first seen this feelings from Angie. Then later he started to see it in Rollie's eyes. Every day it growing stronger.
Now if they would both stop being stubborn, and realize they both felt the same way.
That was all Manny wished for. To see his daughter and young friend get together.
That was all. Maybe one day it would happen. Manny just had to be patient.
