"So, when did you and Upton start dating?" Kidd asked calmly as she sipped her beer. "And why didn't you tell us?!" she added dramatically.

"How many times do I have to tell you? It's NOT a date!" Foster whined, shaking her head at her friends.

"Foster, if I had asked you to go to a hockey game with me last week, you would've laughed in my face and told me to go to hell," Brett challenged with a smirk.

All Foster could do was glare in response.

Brett and Kidd sat silent, staring at their friend uncomfortably until she was forced to speak.

"Alright, look, we got to talking at Med, when she was worried she was infected by the outbreak. We exchanged numbers, but it's not like we flirt or anything…" Foster grumbled at her nosy friends.

"Why not?" Kidd asked seriously. "You have the ability to flirt with just about anyone. I'd think she'd be at the top of your list," she shrugged.

"And how did this hockey game come up? People don't usually just ask someone they barely know to go to a hockey game, alone…" Brett added.

"We were just texting the other night and she invited me," Foster told them. "No big deal."

"You text a lot?" Kidd asked, looking toward the bar to flag down more beers.

"Uh, I guess," she admitted uncomfortably. "But just about work and stuff, usually."

"Usually?" Brett questioned, wagging her eyebrows.

"Sometimes we talk about movies, or TV. Or like, if she hears a good song she'll send it to me." Foster had no idea how deep she was digging this hole.

Kidd and Brett looked at each other with matching grins lighting up their faces.

"Speak of the devil," Kidd said suddenly, nodding to the door of Molly's where none other than Hailey Upton had just entered, looking good, though chilly and windblown.

Upton made her way to her friends at the bar, not looking around the room to notice the ladies from Fifty-One in the corner. She greeted Burgess, Ruzek and Rojas and took a seat, unaware that she had an audience from across the bar.

"Go say hi!" Brett said, too excitedly, pushing Foster's shoulder for effect.

"No! She's here with her friends. I'M here with my friends. It's not like we're dating or anything," Foster said as though the idea was ludicrous.

"Only goin' to a random ass hockey game tomorrow," Kidd grumbled comically.

"Can we please, lord in heaven, talk about something else?" Foster face-palmed.

"Sure," Brett smiled sweetly. "Hey Stella, do you know who the Blackhawks are playing tomorrow?"