She had to admit, even though Sophie wasn't her Mum, she was still fun to shop with. Caitlin had managed to hold several conversations and many of those included tales of Sophie in some other country looting some form of artwork. They grabbed lunch, on Sophie's money and insistence, and by the end of the day, they had over a dozen bags between them. Caitlin held enough new clothes to take over half of what she already owned and made a mental note to clear away some of her old clothes. "Tell me Catey, are there any lucky guys out there?"

"Huh?" Where the hell did that come from?

Sophie only held a smirk and a knowing look as she leant forward in her seat. "I doubt you'd tell your father about any boy you had an interest in. And girl to girl, I promise I won't tell."

Caitlin let out a cough and smirked awkwardly up at the older woman. "We're- you want to talk about boys? Really?"

Sophie shrugged her own smirk still in place. "Why not? I mean, I'd like to know more about you including any boys you may have an interest in or ones that have an interest in you."

"When you put it like that, it just sounds weird." Caitlin grabbed her drink and took a sip, giving Sophie an expectant look. After a few seconds of staring off with the Grifter, the younger woman gave in and sighed. "I don't know okay? We're, we're friends and Nicki likes him. I mean, yeah I know him better but I don't, I don't know."

"Slow down," Sophie said with a grin in her voice. "Okay, tell me again." For the next thirty minutes the two women talked about Caitlin's guy troubles and how she could get around it.

As the door to McRory's opened up Eliot flicked his gaze away and said to Tara, "Now you're part of the team," and moved to stand next to Caitlin. She dropped a large black case on the floor against the bar and ordered a drink. "What's in that?"

She sighed. "Three large white canvases. It's for some project to do with abstract imagism, I don't know."

"Sounds, fun."

Caitlin glanced over at her father who sounded anything but impressed. "Who was that guy you were all working with anyway? I haven't seen him before." Eliot only growled, earning a chuckle from Caitlin. "That well huh?"

"We try to avoid him." he swung back some of his beer and frowned at her. "What have you been doing since I was gone?"

Caitlin shrugged and said, "Work? Same old stuff? I think you lead a more exciting life then me."

Eliot chuckled and finished his beer. "Come on. Let's get your stuff home."

"Actually," Caitlin said and Eliot turned his gaze towards her with a curious expression. "Can I leave this here and pick it up later? I'm meant to be meeting a friend soon. It won't be for long, just, maybe a couple of hours."

Now he frowned. A friend? That sounded… ominous. "What for?"

"Just to talk," she shrugged and held a soft smile, "Please?"

For a few moments, he was tempted to question her, find out where she was going, who with and the nature of their meeting. And the way she'd told him nothing about who it was or why, only made him more curious. But he bit his tongue and nodded. "Alright. Just, don't be too late."

"I promise," Caitlin said as she kissed Eliot's cheek and shuffled her rucksack further up her shoulder. "See you later."

"Bye," he said to her back as she skipped out of the bar. That made him frown further. Since when did she skip?

"She seems happy," Tara said from Eliot's left.

He turned with a slight glare and shrugged his shoulder. "So?"

Tara held a smirk, a knowing smirk. "When she gets back, ask her what his name is. Not beforehand."

"And why the hell not?" A guy? If she'd ditched him for some guy, he sure as hell wanted to know who.

Tara chuckled and shook her head. "She'll get mad, refuse to talk to you or whatever she does."

"How do you know?"

The Grifter offered the Hitter a chuckle and said, "My Dad did the same thing." That was her parting words and Eliot was left to scowl at her back. He muttered under his breath and then decided to lug Caitlin's case into the trunk of his car. At least that way it was out of the way.

Caitlin stepped into the coffee shop with her smile. She expected an interrogation when she got back. But she chose to ignore that fact as her eyes searched the small room for David. He waved at her from a corner and she jumped into the seat next to him. She had to admit, after some heavy thinking, she did in fact like David as more than a friend.

A drink sat waiting for her and they exchanged welcomes and thank you's. "I told Nicki that I was interested in somebody else."

"Smooth, who?" She sipped her drink and observed his sheepish expression. After a moment she choked on her drink and glared at him, "You didn't."

David shrugged his shoulders and his voice rose as he said, "I didn't know what else to say! I panicked!"

Her eyes widened and she sighed. "Dave," she whined.

"I'm sorry okay, but," he held his hands up and offered her a pointed expression. "But, it's the truth." That made her brain stop working and she stared at him. Just stared, eyes wide and her mouth hanging open ever so slightly. David cast a wary glance around the shop and leaned forward to say, "Catey?" When she didn't answer he tried again, "Caitlin?"

She blinked. Snapped her head away and blinked again. After a moment she swung her head back and stared at him. He offered her a confused expression. "You do?"

That seemed to shake David and he nodded hesitantly. "Yeah. I, I like you. As more than a friend."

Caitlin ducked her head away and grabbed her drink, taking a long swig of it. She heard David sigh and turned her head to see his own head ducked. She smirked, placed a kiss to his cheek and watched his face form a question. She shrugged, finished her drink and kissed his cheek again. "Thanks for the drink. I should probably get going." David made a face and stood as she did, pulling a confused face as she pulled her jacket over her shoulders. Caitlin smirked at his look and took her leave. If she left her Dad any longer he'd only get more curious then she knew he already was.

When she got back at McRory's, it was to find her dad and Hardison playing pool. Most of the other patrons had left already and she settled herself on a stool next to Parker. "Who's winning?"

"Eliot I think," she said, eyes fixed on the game.

At that moment, Eliot flicked his eyes up, walked towards her and leaned against the bar next to her. "What's his name?"

Caitlin eyes her father with suspicious eyes before she shrugged her shoulders and said, "David. He does maths and does actually study."

There was an odd silence between them before Eliot nodded and approached the table. Parker leaned her head towards Caitlin and said, "Who's David?"

Caitlin couldn't help but chuckle as she said. "David is my boyfriend."

"Huh," Parker said, nodding her head and turning her attention towards the table again.