Cal Lightman was in his office sitting leaned back and with his feet perched on his desk. He was reading one of Gillian's sappy romance novels and was very confused and slightly disgusted. He didn't notice her come in until she was suddenly by his side and snatching the book away from him.
"Why are you reading my book?" she asked with amusement. She eyed him with a slight smile on her face.
"I don't get it." He replied, completely ignoring her question, "The guy gives her flowers, and then she's all over him? That makes no sense."
"It may not make sense to you guys, but it does make sense to us girls. We love flowers." She walked back around his desk so she could face him.
He gave her a 'why are you telling me this? I don't care' look and just said, "Was there a point to you coming in here?"
"Yes, there was. I was just about to go and get some Thai. Do you want some?" She asked, about to turn and walk out the door, the book in her hand.
"No thanks, luv. I'm good." He flashed her one of those "Lightman" smiles.
"Ok then. Your loss." She smiled and walked out the door. "I have my cell!" She yelled to him.
"If I need you!" He yelled back. Saying that had become a sort of habit or ritual everytime she left the room. He grinned and sat back and thought about going to Gillian's office to find another book.
