London
Disclaimer: Don't own. As much as I would like to own Eli Loker, I don't. *sheepish grin*
Gillian Hunter had been a student fresh out of college when Cal had met her in a small bookstore in London. She had been looking for one of those romance novels Cal still fondly remembered that she carried with her in a messenger bag. He, on the other hand, had been looking for some "good literature" as he called it. He had seen her pick up a book, but set it quickly back down, continuing to look for another book. She had seen him watching her from a distance, but brushed it off. If only she had known Cal Lightman's line of work, she would have never bothered to talk with him.
But she did. And they ended up spending the long hours of the rainy, dreary day in a coffee shop, talking about nothing and everything. As Cal walked with Gillian back to her friend's house she was staying at, they continued to talk, their conversations getting more and more abstract. Being the person she was, she decided to invite him over for dinner the next night. When Cal came over the following night, he noticed that the kitchen table was a mess of psychology books.
But he said nothing. Cal would keep the memory of meeting Gillian close to his heart. People seemed to lie all the time, yet Gillian was the most honest person he had met in a while. True, they had been strangers until yesterday, but as they ate dinner together, a bond was formed that would make their paths cross yet again, when Cal had come over to America to start his firm.
A/N: I love writing short stuff like this. :DDD