"So, where was it you had to go?" Luke asked Grace.

"Nowhere. I just wanted to get away from the prying eyes of the Adam and Joan connection," she explained.

"Oh," Luke said, then realized what she had said. "Adam and Joan?! As in, Rove and Girardi?!"

"Who else?" Grace asked. "God, are you slow today or what?"

"Grace! Joan is my sis-ter."

"I realize that, too. You're just not having a good brain day, are you?"

"Why is that not a big deal to you? Like I want Joan butting in on us every 5 seconds to tell you about the newest Brad Pitt movie."

Grace slammed on the brakes as they reached a stop sign. "Let's get this straight. One, I don't care what Joan says, and B, I am not, nor will I ever be, interested in anything Brad Pitt says or does."

"Does that mean you think I'm better-looking than him?" Luke asked.

"Don't push it, geek," she answered, and Luke's face fell. She pulled into a small parking lot outside of a little store and got out of the car.

"Where are we?" Luke asked.

"If you'd come in, you'd find out." He got out of the car and started to follow her, pausing as they went to slip his hand into hers. Grace looked down and did something very un-Grace-like – blushed – as they continued their walk.

When they reached the back door of the shop, Grace knocked a secret knock and waited for someone to answer.

"Wait, this isn't, like, some drug dealer's hang-out, is it?" Luke asked nervously.

"Yeah, like I'd bring my boyfriend to my drug dealer's," Grace scoffed.

"You do have a drug dealer?" Luke asked incredulously. Grace rolled her eyes at him to show she was just being sarcastic. "Yeah, I knew that." They were silent for a few more seconds, then Luke realized, "Hey, you called me your boyfriend."

"God, do you never shut up?" Grace asked, annoyed by his incessant yapping. "Sorry. Yeah, I did. It's kind of a…big deal. I've never had a boyfriend before."

"You don't say."

"Hey, are you interested in me or not?"

"Well, yeah, I like you, Grace. I wouldn't just make a potential fool out of myself for just anyone."

"Really. You had me fooled."

"Are we going in or what?" Luke asked impatiently. Just as he was asking that, the door opened.

"Grace!" a guy with a scruffy beard greeted them. "Who's your skinny friend?"

"Drug dealer?" Luke reminded her. Grace glared at him, and her friend started talking again.

"Whoa, whoa, dude," he protested, holding up his hands. "There ain't no drugs here. This place is totally clean and free, man."

Luke looked amused. "What exactly is this place?"

"Well, come on in, man!" he invited, motioning them in. "Any friend of Grace's is a friend of mine. I'm Jesus, by the way."

Luke stopped in his tracks. "Jesus? As in…"

"Yeah, my parents were really religious," he explained. "I know it sounds crazy, but that's my parents for ya."

Luke looked around, still wondering why Grace brought him there. There were a few random chairs around an old table, but it wasn't a store, as Luke had originally thought. "You never really answered my question," Luke said.

"Right, right," Jesus apologized.

"Let me," Grace interrupted him. "This is sort of a place where we get together to talk. Adam comes sometimes, but I haven't told Joan yet. It's kinda private."

"I feel honored that you'd tell me," Luke said.

"Well, I wouldn't tell just anyone," Grace explained. "I knew I could trust you to keep it quiet. Can't I?"

Luke looked scared. "Of course you can. I just have to ask, why is it such a big deal to keep it secret?"

"You promise you won't tell Joan?" Grace asked.

"Joan doesn't know anything about me and she never listens, anyway," Luke assured her.

Grace sighed. "Jesus talks to God."

Luke started laughing, pointing a finger at them. "That's a good one, Grace. You almost had me there." Grace and Jesus didn't say anything, indicating they were serious. "Whoa, you're serious, aren't you? This is insane! I mean, it's God."

"Yeah, we know," Grace said quietly.

"How long have you had this…gift?" Luke asked Jesus.

"Well, it started when I was 16," Jesus explained. "I had just moved to Arcadia, and I was having a hard time adjusting. You know how high school is. But, then I met Grace and Adam at an anti-war rally, and they accepted me for me. You've got some real friends, man."

"Well, that's touching," Grace said. "But pipsqueak and I have to get going."

"We do?" Luke wondered. "Where to?"

"Somewhere we can be," she moved closer to him, "alone."

Luke's eyes grew wide once again. "We," he started, his voice coming out high and squeaky before he cleared his throat and it returned to its normal range, "have to get going."

"Don't get into too much trouble, yo," he bade them. Luke stopped and narrowed his eyes in confusion.

"Yeah, he got that from Rove," Grace confirmed.