Swing music.

Well, that was certainly unexpected.

"Swing? Why?" Sara echoed her thoughts, quirking an eyebrow as Greg spun his swivel chair around to face her. He shrugged.

"Why not?"

"It's my favorite."

"Is it so? I had absolutely no idea." Greg placed his hands behind his head and leaned back.

"How did you know?"

"That's my little secret. I think I'm growing a taste for it, myself."

"Really. How much of a taste for it?"

He smiled. "Enough to ask for a dance."

"In the lab?"

"Why not?" He took Sara's hands and started twirling her around.

She laughed.