"So what would you like to watch?" Jerry asked, still flipping through the channels.

"Um..."

"How about this?"
Jerry put down the remote, but Elaine couldn't tear her gaze away from his face.

"Um, what is it?"
"Well, I'm not sure, but I vaguely remember seeing this on a date with... what was her name again? Monica, I think. Wow, she was gorgeous... but so weird..."
Elaine wanted to laugh, but instead tears sprang to her eyes.

What was this? She was actually jealous of one of Jerry's stupid girlfriends?

Quickly she wiped the tears away, praying that he hadn't seen.

When she looked at the TV, her heart caught in her throat. Unfolding on the screen was a scene from her favorite movie... the one that she and Jerry had gone to see countless times despite his protests of how sappy it was.

The female lead had finally realized that she was in love with a guy she'd been friends with and...

Oh God... this can't be happening...

She swallowed hard and tried to act casual.

"Um... if you want to watch the Mets game, it's fine with me. I think they're playing Baltimore."

"No, it's fine. Besides they always rerun the game late at night. I can watch it then."
Okay, now she knew she was going crazy. A man turning down an invitation to watch a baseball game?

Had she entered into some alternate universe?
She looked at him, amazed to find that he was engrossed in the movie; something she never thought she'd witness in her lifetime.

All of a sudden, his arm went around her shoulders and she stiffened; her heart racing at the familiar warmth.

She couldn't take this anymore. The mere touch of him was driving her crazy.

"I-I need to go." She said, trying to keep her voice from breaking.

He looked at her with concern. "What? Now? Why?"
Elaine couldn't help but notice that he seemed very disappointed.

"Oh well... I have to work in the morning and I should really be getting to bed."
"Bed? But it's still early!" He said; his voice raising an octave or two.

"I-I know, but..." Elaine rose from the sofa and hurried to the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.

"I'm gonna go downstairs and check on your clothes." Jerry said. "That dryer takes forever to dry anything."
"NO!" She said, yelling the word. "I-I mean, I'll just take them. I really need to go."
"Okay, if you're sure." Jerry said. "I'll be right back."

When she heard the door close, she leaned her back against the bathroom door and closed her eyes.

Her heart was pounding non-stop and she felt as though she might faint. Why was this happening?

And why now?

The front door opened and she heard Jerry knock on the bathroom door. "Lainey? Your clothes are still pretty damp. Are you sure you don't want-."
"No, I'm fine." She said, opening the door and quickly taking the clothes from him.

Boy "damp" was an understatement. They were soaked! She struggled to put on her wet jeans and sweatshirt as quickly as possible, and then grabbed her purse from the sofa.

"Thanks, Jerry. I'll see you later. I really have to go."
And then she was gone, leaving him more confused than ever.