Barry Allen had an inkling that Caitlin Snow had a crush on him. He would every once in a while catch her staring at him when she thought he wasn't looking. The one problem was that he himself was attracted to a darker skinned beauty and never thought of the techy woman in front of him. He swiveled around the chair that he had just plopped down on out of boredom for there hadn't really been any eminent danger as of late. Scanning around the room, he noted how it always seemed to be arranged perfectly and smiled to himself. Caitlin Snow was surely an organized and uptight woman. Who could blame her? Her fiance had died. Caitlin Snow herself was thinking on how good looking Barry himself was but she didn't want to take the next step in fear of losing someone all over again. Barry got up from his seat and just shrugged his shoulders before running in front of her and catching her lips with his in a passionate kiss before telling her that it never happened. Caitlin blinked up at him and nodded her head even though that wasn't what she wanted. Barry speed over to his house for further thinking and grinned when Iris knocked on his door.