She was surprised to see Jack standing there. "Hey," she said when she noticed him. "What are you doing back so soon?" She felt a sense of relief wash over her. She told herself that she was simply relieved that he was here so that they could talk things out and get back to normal, but the more honest part of herself knew that she was hoping the date had been a flop. If it even was a date. He didn't technically say it was… Jack looked at her with a puzzled expression on his face and consulted his watch. "Sue, it's been forty-five minutes since you called. We're only allowed an hour lunch and you said you wanted to talk… right?"

She hit the mouse on her desk with the back of her hand to wake the computer from its sleeping mode. Just as Jack said, the bottom right-hand corner of the screen confirmed that they hadn't spoken for 45 minutes. "Yeah. I do," was her simple response. He took the seat in front of her and waited for her to speak. When he was met with silence he smiled and raised his hands imploring her to continue. "Right." Sue laughed nervously, "I'm sorry for interrupting your lunch with… uh…" she paused momentarily for him to fill in the blank but he didn't supply a name. "Right. Sorry for interrupting," she repeated.

"No big deal," he generously replied, waving his hand through the air. "So, um, I just wanted to make sure that everything between us is, uh, okay." Sue gestured between the two of them and then folded her hands in front of her on the desk, hoping that if she appeared mature and calm then she'd become it. "Of course it is. Why wouldn't it be?" He decided that if she wanted to talk about it then she could bring it up, otherwise he was more than happy to forget that the kiss had ever happened. It would certainly make it a lot easier to get over her if he could ignore that kiss and everything he had felt along with it. Jack's response caught her off-guard. What she didn't expect was for him to pretend that everything was fine. Normally, he would just bring up the subject of the awkwardness without directly stating the cause of it. "Oh… so, uh, you're not… angry at me? Or, um, anything?" she stuttered doubtfully. "No," he spoke as if the notion was ridiculous, "why would you think that?"

"I thought that m--maybe that you were, uh, avoiding me…"

"Oh, well, I was sort of avoiding you," he admitted, "the way that you were acting kind of suggested that you wanted the space… but as far as I'm concerned, there's no problem."

"I wasn't avoiding you." Sue replied quickly. She was now feeling very stupid for starting the conversation. "You weren't?" he furrowed his brows together. "No. Um, I thought that you were mad at me…" she excused lamely. "Oh, so it's all just a big misunderstanding."

"So we're good?"

"Yup." Jack nodded his head in an effort to convince himself more than Sue. "You're not mad. Or avoiding me?" She wanted to clarify. "Nope," his answers were becoming easier to answer. Once he had thrown out the line that there was nothing that mattered, everything else seemed to shift in his favor. Suddenly it was Sue who was put in the awkward situation. Had Jack not been trying so hard to prevent himself from becoming too interested in her responses and excuses, he would probably have been enjoying himself immensely at this point. "Okay, then."

"That's all?" He glanced at his watch and started to stand up. "I guess so," Sue attempted to smile at him but fell short. She was confused. He should be taking this harder. He's supposed to be coming after her… "All right, I'll be at my desk if you need me," he offered as a farewell and then turned and left her desk without another glance back.