John hands Mary a coffee as he sinks down on the bench next to her. She smiles and leans over to kiss his cheek. He blushes. She laughs.

"We've dating two weeks now...I don't know why you still get so flustered when I kiss you."

He turns towards her, smiling. "It isn't a bad thing. I find that I like you quite. It makes me...uncharacteristically shy."

"You? You're so confidant! And so attractive! What have you got to be shy about, then?"

He bumps her shoulder lightly with his own, grinning. "You think I'm hot."

She rolls her eyes in mock resignation. "So shallow. All about the looks you are. Don't care if I like your mind."

"Oh, good point...got to have something to keep you interested when my beauty fades...lets see...history...bit spotty...philosophy...more spotty...current events-"

"Oh, that reminds me! Did you hear they finally solved that serial suicide case?"

"No, no I hadn't, so I'm clearly striking out on current events as well. Off work for two days, and look what happens... Case always seemed a bit off to me...I mean, how do you have serial suicides?"

"Apparently, it was a cabbie...he'd abduct his fares...gives me chills just to think about it."

"But..." John leaned forward frowning, "There weren't any signs of struggle, were there? Nor injections, from what I heard. They brought the bodies to Bart's...I didn't see them myself, but there was talk, of course. Interesting circumstances and all. How did he poison them?"

"I don't know. It didn't say. Doesn't matter much now though, I guess."

John stared across the park, still frowning. "Yeah...no...no I don't suppose it does..."

"I've got to get back to work. We still on for tonight?"

John visibly shook himself out of his thoughts. "Oh, yes. Yes we are. Have a good day at work."

She leaned down and brushed her lips against his cheek again, just to see him blush.