Captain Jack Harkness walked through the garage door just below the main floor, and walked up a flight of metal stairs into the Hub, a Weevil slung over his shoulder.
"Where did you find this one?" asked Owen on spying Jack.
Jack half turned, smiling. "Bute Park."
"Did it put up much of a fight?"
Tosh looked from Owen of Jack. "Jack?"
Jack carried the Weevil down to the autopsy bay, placing it on the steel table. "There was this guy..."
"I knew it!" Interrupted Owen.
Jack looked up at his team members, peering over the metal banister at him. "He was kinda cute."
"And?" asked Gwen.
"We...exchanges a few words and I came back here. No big deal."
"But he was cute?" asked Tosh, smiling.
"Yep."
"Harkness!" This from Owen.
Jack just shrugged. "It's not as if I'll ever see him again." He replied.
"Did you get his name?" Owen shook his head. "Course you did. Why did I even ask."
Jack puffed out his chest. "Ianto Jones."
Tosh's fingers moved swiftly over the keyboard. "Oh, he is cute."
Gwen looked over her shoulder, frowning. "He was at Torchwood One!" She turned to Jack. "What's he doing here?"
Jack shrugged again, climbing the stair and sitting on the battered old couch. "We didn't have a full blown conversation, Gwen. Although he did like my coat." Chest puffing again.
Gwen rolled her eyes.
Owen read from the screen. "Shoplifter at 14. Straight A student after mum gave him a good talking to. Headhunted by Torchwood One." He shook his head. "What's he up to? And what the bloody hell is he doing in Cardiff?"
Jack stood up. "What does it matter? He's Welsh." He threw his hands up in the air. "Maybe he was brought up in this area." He walked up to his office, turned and looked down at his team. "Forget about him. I have."
LIAR!

The next morning, Jack, went out though the Tourist Office and as he walked along the boarwalk, he saw Ianto Jones just about to board the Waterbus. Jack increased his pace, trying to attract the younger man's attention. "Ianto!"
Hearing his name being called, Ianto turned and looked around. On seeing Jack, he waved, smiling. "Hey."
"Can I buy you coffee?" Called Jack.
Ianto looked at the boatmaster and then back at Jack. "Sorry," he said, walking back along the boardwalk to where Jack stood. "I'd like that."
Jack beamed.
They walked in silence up the wooden stairs over to Starbucks, where Jack signaled for Ianto to sit, while he went to order 2 cups of coffee.
The younger man surveyed the coffee shop, his eyes coming to rest on Jack. He smiled, a pink ting creeping up this neck to colour his cheeks.
The batista took Jack's money and another got his order ready. The immortal took the cups back to the table and sat across from the young Welshman.
"Thank you," said Ianto, bowing his head slightly.
"My pleasure." Jack took a sip of coffee. "Can I ask what you were doing in Bute Park last night?"
"You can," answered Ianto politely. "But...I don't think that's any of your business." He smiled.
"No, it isn't. I was just curious."
Ianto raised an eyebrow. "Curiosity killed the cat."
Jack laughed. "Yes it did."
They sat, sometimes in comfortable silence. They laughed, smiled, flirted.
"So," began Jack. "Do you live in Cardiff?"
Ianto sipped his coffee, then nodded. "St Mary Street. Just down from the Chippie."
Jack smiled. "I know it well." He frowned. "Isn't it kinda noisie there over the weekend? With all the clubs I mean."
"I'm used to it," answered Ianto looking at the table. "How about you? What were you doing in the Park?" He sipped his coffee.
Jack cleared his throat. "You obviously know that was a Weevil I took away with me." Ianto nodded. "And I guess you know we...I checked you out on the Internet." Ianto nodded again. "Torchwood Three is close by."
"Arh,"
Jack smiled. "I live there."
"Are we...close by?"
Jack nodded, then took another sip of coffee before saying. "Can I at least ask where you were heading just now?"
Ianto smiled. "Just on a trip over to the Barage. Haven't been over there in a while."
"Why did you leave Torchwood One?"