Bailey, Sam, and the rest of the team who worked with Erzsébet had left the previous day, and Ecklie had reluctantly put a protective detail on her; the conversation had been loud, and even from the break room, where Catherine and the rest of the swing shift were you could hear Greg "discussing" it. Everyone noticed the change in Sara, and all tried not tried to smirk as Erzsébet slid down into the couch cushions, obviously embarrassed at Greg's discussion with Ecklie.
So Erzsébet was now at Cesear's Palace with Catherine, doing some general shopping, because Sara had wanted to sleep, and Greg was exhausted. "You're just like her," Catherine said after they'd been in a few of the shops there, "you know that don't you?"
"Hmm?"
"I said, you're just like her." Catherine picked something up to look at it before she continued. "Sara, I mean."
"Oh…" Erzsébet nodded, and took something off one of the racks. "Right." When Catherine kept giving her an inquiring look, Erzsébet sighed, and leaned against something. "I guess I'm just dealing with the fact that my fiancé is in jail for assault, and that…"
"You love Greg."
"I know that, HE knows that." Erzsébet followed Catherine to the dressing rooms with some stuff, and went into her own dressing room. "I'm not going to do anything about it." There was a moment of silence, and then Erzsébet said something else over the fitting room wall. "He doesn't love me."
Catherine pinched her skin while pulling up a zipper on a shirt. "You're not serious." She climbed up on the fitting room bench, and saw Erzsébet turning around to look at herself in the mirror. "He is incredibly protective, and somewhat territorial…"
"He hit on Sara." Erzsébet looked up at Catherine. "No matter HOW he is towards me…" She held up a pair of pants against herself, and then looked back up at Catherine again. "But that doesn't mean he loves me. It means he acts like a big brother."
Catherine sighed and for the next few minutes, there was no talking; Erzsébet was thinking, and Catherine knew something big was going to happen before she left to go back to Atlanta. Soon they were both done, and when Catherine next saw Erzsébet, she was wearing long, black pants, and a lace up bodice type shirt. It went well with her personality and her hair, which now had an aqua streak strikingly similar in color to that of the shirt.
"Looks good, where is that being worn to?"
Erzsébet smirked. "I'm going to test your theory tonight," she said, walking towards the register with her purchase on, and her old stuff in her bag, "Greg's got a night off, and I convinced Sara to let him come over for dinner and movies." She sighed. "Just like high school and college…"
