Hetty's office
'Sam's okay, in case you didn't hear.' Granger said.
'I know. His doctor told me.' Hetty responded.
'You okay? I know you worry regardless of what you hear, but I thought you'd be more, relived.'
'Oh, I'm okay. Just, It can be hard to shake the feeling that today could've been so much worse.' Hetty said.
'The spy game can be like that as well. Always unpredictable, even when you think you have it figured out. Kind of like you, in a way.' Granger responded.
'Oh. (blushing). Well thank you for the comparison. May I add, that you can be quite unpredictable as well.'
'Oh?! Well Miss Smarty Pants, name one unpredictable thing about me!'
'Okay! Well um, um…'
Silence.
'Ha! Got ya.'
'Ha ha. Want more beer?' Hetty asked.
'Nope, had enough.'
'Good. Because seeing you after 2 drinks is quite unnerving!'
'Oh really? Well in that case, I'm taking the rest of that bottle!'
'Oh dear. This won't end well.' Hetty thought.
Next morning, at Hetty's beach house
'Groan'.
'Hey sleepyhead.' Hetty said.
'What time is it? Where am I, and why does my head hurt?'
'You got drunk, this is my beach house, and it's 7 am.' Hetty responded.
'Any idea what happened last night?'
'Oh, nothing embarrassing.'
'I think I need the bathroom.'
While he cleaned up, Hetty thought of the night before. And smiled. And looked in the mirror.
'Oh! Forgot to wipe that smudge off my cheek.'
