"'You've been good, busier then ever.
We small talk, work and the weather
Your guard is up and I know why.
-Back to December, Taylor Swift

"All I'm saying is that people shouldn't be able to toast oreos and get away with it. It's just sick."

Juliet lifted her head away from her computer, no longer caring about finishing the reports she had been working on incessantly for five hours straight. The random and whimsical comment she had just heard could only belong to one mouth, a mouth she hadn't seen in a while. Not since the day she had placed it in an unnatural state of misery.

"Shawn, I told you; it slipped in the toaster by accident. You need to get over it."

Ring! Ring!

"It's my boss, I have to take this. Tell the chief I'll be right in," Gus said, before scampering out of the station.

Rising from her desk, Juliet knew she had to see him. She hadn't actually spoken to Shawn since they had kissed, which probably explained why she was shaking so hard.

"Hey," she said, juvenilely, somehow mustering up a smile.

"Hey...Juliet," Shawn replied, making it sound like he didn't really want to acknowledge her presence.

"So, um," she cleared her throat, feeling extremely uncomfortable. "How was your vacation?"

"It was good," he nodded his head and looked away, as if searching for something to say. "Cold. We had a little issue, but overall good...how was yours?"

"My what?" Juliet blinked, before realizing what he was asking about. "Oh, right. Yeah, it didn't...happen, I mean. I ended up visiting some friends instead."

"Oh, well, that's good, I guess," he continued nodding his head. "I'm sorry, was there something you needed?"

You. "Yeah, I was just working on some reports, and I noticed a few of your statements are missing. So, do you mind filling those out?" She handed him a pen with the standard application.

"Sure, let me just find somewhere to write," he placed the paper down on the counter and proceeded to fill it out.

"I'm sorry."

Shawn was just filling out his statement, when she interrupted. "Excuse me?"

"I'm sorry," Juliet repeated, sounding more aware of what she was saying. "I'm sorry that I've been leading you on. And I'm sorry that I couldn't swallow my pride and tell you that I was sorry, until two weeks later. Can you forgive me?"

He looked back down at the paper, and scribbled something on it quickly. Shawn then handed it to her and smiled sadly.

"You have a good day, Detective."