"Raydor?" Sharon heard and paused in her shopping, turning around with a tilt to her head. "I thought that was you. I thought you moved?"

Sharon pursed her lips as she turned, and she nodded when she put the voice to the face, "Hello," she said with a quick nod. "What a surprise running into you here."

"Yeah," he said with his mouth open as he nodded and gestured to her, "you too. I mean, it is somewhat common to see a guy in the men's department of a clothing store, but truth be told, I never expected to run into you here this evening not in a million years, never," he added. "So, what's the story?"

Sharon smiled and raised her eyebrows, "Yes, I suppose it is a bit odd, out of place even, and yes, I did move. I've been living on the East Coast for over, gosh, a decade now."

"Yeah, you know," Andy winked, "the department had a party when you left." At seeing Sharon's mouth drop open, he chuckled and winked, "Just kidding, but Provenza has had a smile for the last how ever many years it has been. Really, though, what a surprise. I wasn't sure I would ever see you again."

"Oh?" Sharon said, biting her lip, "sorry I ruined it for you then, I mean, by you having to see me again."

"I never said it ruined anything," he told her very pointedly as he nodded. "You're looking well. The East Coast life, even if it's void of sunshine and palm trees suits you."

"Oh, ahh, thank you," Sharon said with an almost blush on her face. She gestured to him, "You are looking well, yourself."

"Still sober," he said with a small smile as he dropped his head and put his hands in his pockets, not ashamed, but almost bashful about admitting something positive about himself. He glanced to her, his eye meeting hers, "I have wanted to thank you many times over these last few years for everything. You made sure I kept my job when most people would have thrown me out. You were forceful," he gestured quickly with his hand, "in a good way for me to get treatment. I, ahh, thank you," he said with a firm nod at her.

She blushed even more and cleared her throat as she shook her head, "I was only doing my job. It's good to hear you are doing well, though."

"So, really," he nodded again, both almost wanting to get out of a sticky topic, "here visiting?"

"No," she said with a warm smile now, the excitement evident on her face. "I'm moving back."

Andy's eyes widened, and he titled his head, "No kidding, huh? Wait," he paused and snapped his fingers. His head dropped to the floor, he put his hand on his hip, and he shook his head at her as he looked up to meet her gaze. He nodded, "You're getting the IA job, head of it, aren't you?"

"Hmm," she raised her eyebrows and looked to the floor. Andy jumped on that avoidance.

"You are! Man, why didn't we consider they would call you up? We've all been wondering what poor soul they'd rope into that. It's you."

Sharon met his gaze as he stared at her, waiting for confirmation, "Poor soul? Now, I don't see it that way. I see it as more of a way to torture those who have irritated me over the years." After seeing Andy's jaw drop open, she chuckled and waved her hand. "I should hope you know me better than that. I do not hold a grudge and am the upmost professional with people."

"That you are," he nodded, just looking at her as he crossed his arms.

"Oh, and the department is announcing my hiring in the morning, so I beg you, for all these chances you claim I gave you, please just if you could keep it under wraps for tonight? I've always known that you can show discretion." She met his gaze quickly and looked away, almost feeling her cheeks blush again. His eyes darted away from her, and the two made eye contact for only a few brief seconds.

"Of course," he said, scratching the back of his head as he looked toward her again. "Ahh, congrats. I mean it."

"Thank you," she nodded with a small smile. "I'm looking forward to it, to moving back, a fresh start."

"Fresh?" Andy asked, now probing. "You running from some mess? Work? Personal?"

"No, just leaving home again for the last time. I was able to take care of my elderly aunt until she passed away, and I raised my kids. Now, it's time for me to live the life I want, the fresh start I need without having to put everyone else first." Sharon's eyes met his briefly, and she gave a small shrug before she looked away again.

"How are your kids?" Andy asked, titling his head.

Sharon quickly waved her hand, not wanting to discuss them, "Well, doing well. Ahh, I should be going. I'm actually here to get a birthday gift for my son. He has a job interview soon, and as much as he doesn't want to look professional, he needs to dress the part. I'm not sure what this younger generation is thinking in regards to professional attire."

Andy chuckled, nodding in agreement, "Been there. Done that with my kids too."

"I should be going," Sharon waved, now almost in a hurry to get out of any further conversation. "Ahh, nice to see you."

"Same," he nodded. The two gave each other an almost awkward wave, and as they departed, Andy turned and called out to her. "Sharon?" Sharon turned, the surprise evident on her face. "Let me buy you a cup of coffee, please."

She hesitated for a moment, and then, quietly, "Okay."