1
Lisbon abruptly lets go of me.
She puts out her hand and hauls me to my feet.
I brush myself off.
"What the hell, Lisbon? Pike asked you on a date. Pike had to cancel the date. So I simply asked if you wanted to grab a bite and-"
BAM.
Lisbon has me down on the floor again.
"And what if I told you I didn't want to grab a bite, Jane?"
I twist around and look up at her.
"Well, Lisbon, that would be ok. No big deal. We'll do it another time."
She lets go.
She walks off leaving me lying on the office floor.
Something is starting to crystallize in my mind. I have a theory.
I get up and give chase.
"Lisbon?"
She turns.
"What if we got something to eat at a restaurant?"
"No way, Jane." She starts walking again.
"Broke bread at an eating establishment?"
"Jackass," she says without turning.
"Partook of some victuals?"
She actually waves her gun in the air before disappearing into the parking lot.
2
So here's my thinking.
Pike asked her on a date.
Patrick asked her to grab a bite.
Pike put himself out there.
Sent the gifts. Made the phone calls.
Declared his interest in Lisbon as a woman if only to the tune of half an Olive Garden tiramisu.
CookiePuss and Chrysanthemum Dog were in poor taste. But they arrived under the banner of his clear romantic intentions.
It's no big deal if Lisbon doesn't want to grab a bite with me.
It's the apocalypse if Lisbon doesn't want to go on a date with me.
So basically, I'm a big puss.