A/N: I think this is the shortest chapter. Sorry. It just didn't fit with the other chapters. You probably feel cheated now. I'm sorry, it will get better, honest...

CHAPTER SEVEN

"How's your hand?" asked Nick.

"Oh," said Greg, looking at his hand. As his shift had worn on, he'd forgotten about his injury. "It's fine."

"The bandage held?" checked Nick.

"Uh huh," said Greg. "It's good."

"Good," said Nick. "Do you want to go grab something to eat?"

"I'd love to," smiled Greg.

"Know any new restaurants?" asked Nick.

"Not at the minute," said Greg.

"Uh huh," said Nick.

"Why don't you choose somewhere?" suggested Greg.

Nick thought for a moment. "Do you like Italian food?"

"Uh huh," said Greg.

"Right then," said Nick. "I'll take you to an Italian restaurant."

Greg smiled. "Ci."

"Isn't that spanish?" asked Nick.

"I don't know," giggled Greg.

"Come on," said Nick, leading Greg out to his car.

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A/N: I don't know which language "Ci" is, I can only do french and english. Sorry if I got it mixed up...