The 9-8
I'll let you give me a spray tan. Any shade you want.
"Oh my God!" Amy jumps, as Jake rounded the corner. "Jake!"
"What?" he grins at her.
"What happened?" she gapes at him.
"Ames, you were there". He fights the will to roll his eyes. "The suitcase of mystery? Gina had full control. Should have seen this coming, really".
"I can't believe you got a spray tan!" she eyes him carefully. "You are so orange, Jake".
"Orange as a cheese ball". He nods. "Holt's gonna hate it".
And despite everything- the 9-8, her orange boyfriend, whatever Charles had been unloading on her in the elevator- she laughs.