Tallulah Simmons sat engaged in her newspaper, but she looked up as they passed, still holding hands. Jordan was silently thankful she was wearing his shirt today, just to spite her.

"Morning Woody, Jordan." She said, smiling up at them. She had noticed their entwined hands, and had become rather, what was the word? Oh yeah, pissed.

"Morning." They both said, a bit awkwardly.

"Nice shirt, Jordan." Lu said, in a vague way of both complimenting, and tormenting her.

"Yeah." Jordan said, smiling up at Woody, just for that dramatic 'Ha Ha, I Go Him' look.

"Well, I'd love to stay and chat, but I'm on lunch break, and I'm late." Lu got up, walked around them, and out the door. Woody and Jordan stayed silent for a while. As they sat down, and ordered lunch, two club sandwiches and lemonade, they were still silent, until Jordan broke the ice.

"That was awkward." She said, still feeling a little weird herself.

"Yeah." Woody replied, feeling the worst of both of them. He had just come to the realization that although Jordan used to say that she was fine with Woody and Lu, in complete honesty, she wasn't. He looked down at his feet, because he felt shamed. He had been hurting her all this time, and hadn't known it. He felt a warm hand come across the table and run down the side of his face. Jordan had obviously sensed that something was wrong. Lu could've never done that, no matter how hard she tried.

"What is it?" She said softly. Woody pulled his head up to face her. He looked deep into her eyes once again, and saw her pain. He wanted to reach out and take it from her, but he couldn't. He shook his head as if nothing were wrong, but from the look on her face, Jordan didn't believe it.

"You sure?" She asked, a little concerned for him. He looked deeply depressed.

"Yeah." He offered, putting on his best smile, though it looked forced. Their sandwiches and drinks came, and they ate in silence. As always, Jordan worried about Woody, and Woody worried about Jordan.

They finished their sandwiches, then walked outside together. Woody looked up at her, completely saddened that he had to leave her. After all he did, he just wanted to take her home, and hold her in his arms all day. Although, he knew, that couldn't change the past.

"Well, have a good day at work, okay?" Jordan said, mustering up the best smile that she could. Woody smiled back.

"Yeah, have a good day doing whatever it is that you're doing today." He replied, wishing he had said great instead of good. He took Jordan in his arms, and hugged her. A minute turned into three, then three into five. Jordan was now really worried.

"Woods, you gotta get to work. And I gotta breathe." She said, not really wanting pull away, but not wanting him to be later. Woody let go, realizing he had been hugging her too tightly. He hadn't noticed that they had been standing there for five minutes.

"Sorry." He said, slightly embarrassed.

Jordan chuckled, before saying, "You need me to leave any lipstick on your cheek?"

"No thanks," Woody smiled, feeling enlightened, "You already got that covered." He pointed to the lipstick she had just left on his collar.

"Oh, Sorry," She hadn't even noticed, " Must have been when you hugged me. You wanna go home and get another shirt?"

Woody smiled, grateful this time for the lipstick she had left. He had something to remind him of her all day. "No, if they ridicule me at work, I'll just take it in stride."

Jordan smiled at him one last time, before they both got into their cars and headed in opposite directions until they both were out of sight.