*Tuesday*

As soon as the clock strikes four, Delphine grabs her bag and rushes out of her office. Instead of taking her usual, leisurely walk to the park, Delphine takes longer strides, arriving at the park in record time. She bypasses her original bench of choice, not even giving it a second look despite it being unoccupied. She arrives at the bench where she sat with Cosima yesterday and settles in, watching the children at play until the familiar whimsical music heralds Cosima's arrival. The kids run to the sidewalk and line up. As soon as all the kids have queued, Delphine walks over and stands at the back of the line.

"Eskimo Pie, please," Delphine requests when her time to order arrives, holding out two dollars in Cosima's direction.

"Delphine! Hey!" Cosima exclaims, taking the money and handing Delphine her Eskimo Pie.

"Merci, Cosima! Will you join me again?"

"Yeah, of course." Cosima quickly grabs her own Eskimo Pie and accompanies Delphine to the bench.

"I didn't think you'd actually come back," Cosima admits as they unwrap their ice cream.

"I meant it when I said I'm already an addict." Delphine takes her first bite, "This is delicious. Just what the doctor ordered."

"Rough day?" Cosima asks.

"I had to let someone in the department go today. This was the first time I've ever had to fire anyone in my life," Delphine laments.

"With great power, comes great responsibility."

"Oui, that's very wise."

"Uncle Ben said it."

"Like the rice?"

Cosima laughs, "No, Peter Parker's Uncle Ben, from Spider-Man."

"Ah," Delphine replies.

"You haven't seen Spider-Man, have you?"

"No, I'm afraid not."

"Okay, we really do need to get you up to speed on your superheroes."

"I'm sorry, I don't watch much television or go to the movies very often. I'd like to, though. I just need to find the time."

"I guess all the studying you did to get you where you are today didn't leave a lot of room for other stuff, did it?"

"Not really. I mean, I had other interests, I did ballet for a year, took up the drums briefly, but nothing really stuck. My parents were adamant that my studies came before everything else. They always wanted me to be a doctor like my father is, and it's what I wanted, too, but I suppose that narrow-minded focus was at the expense of a lot of other experiences."

"Yeah, I get it. When I'm not in class or delivering ice cream to the masses, I'm usually locked away in the lab at school. I try to make time for other things, but it's hard sometimes when you have these goals you're trying to accomplish. Your social life suffers, that's for sure."

"Tell me about it."

"Come on, a young, beautiful doctor like you doesn't have a social life? You must be beating them off with a stick over at the hospital."

Delphine blushes at Cosima's compliments. "Thank you, but I assure you, there is no beating going on. I've had a few doctors ask me on dates, but I wasn't interested in any of them."

"So what's your type? Maybe I know someone that fits the bill."

"My type? Well, my last serious boyfriend in France, Henri, was a tall, dark, and handsome banker. On paper, he seemed ideal, but he could never understand how I could work 12 hour shifts, sometimes longer. We fought about it all the time, how I had no time for him. He didn't understand my ambition. I think I just want to find someone who gets it, who gets me. You know?"

"Yeah, totally. But those doctors, they must get it, they work similar hours."

"Yes, but I don't feel a connection with any of them enough to want to see them outside of work. And one of them was clearly married."

"Yikes."

"Yes, yikes indeed. What about you? Anyone special in your life?"

"Nope, no one at the moment."

"Then I should keep an eye out for someone suitable for you, too."

"You don't even know my type."

"I think I can guess."

"Oh, you do, do you? After all of two conversations? Go ahead then, what is my type?"

Delphine narrows her eyes at Cosima's challenge and formulates her thoughts. "Okay, your ideal mate has to be fun-loving, with a sense of wonder for the world and everyone in it, who will respect your boundaries when you're working in the lab, but also be willing to take off on a whim to see a movie with you and geek out about superheroes."

"Geek out?"

"Isn't that what they say?"

"Yeah, I'm just surprised to hear those words come out of your mouth."

"I overheard a couple lab techs use it while talking about video games the other day."

"Ah, okay, that makes sense."

"So?" Delphine asks.

"So what?"

"How was my assessment?"

"Not bad."

"Not bad? Where did I go wrong?"

"Ugh, nowhere, you pretty much summed it up," Cosima groans.

Delphine smiles and raises her hands in victory causing Cosima to laugh.

"I'll be on the lookout then. Can I take your picture?" Delphine asks, holding up her phone.

"You want to take a picture of me? Why?"

"Well, if I find someone suitable, I don't think I would be able to accurately describe the quirky, but adorable, bespectacled biology student slash ice cream proprietor with her hair in dreadlocks."

Cosima grins at the description, "Fair enough, but if you get to take a photo of me, it's only fair that I get one of you. For the same purposes, of course."

"Deal," Delphine says as she holds up her phone. "Smile."

The smile that initially caught Delphine's attention spreads over Cosima's face once again as she looks into the camera.

"Perfect!" Delphine declares, admiring the image she just snapped.

"Okay, your turn," Cosima says as she pulls her phone out of her pocket.

Delphine fluffs her curls and smiles at Cosima, her large, doe eyes looking right into the lens.

"Ooh, mademoiselle, très magnifique," Cosima says as she takes the pic. "You know, if you ever tire of this whole doctor thing, I think you might have a future in modeling."

"Oh, shut up." Delphine reaches for Cosima's phone to check out the photo.

"See? You look amazing."

"You're just an excellent photographer."

"Don't be so modest, Delphine, you're a looker."

"You're not so bad yourself, Cosima."

"Yeah, I know, I'm adorable."

"Oui, très mignon."

"What does that mean?"

"Weren't you the one just spouting French at me? You're a smart girl, you can figure it out," Delphine teases. "I really need to get back to the hospital. Au revoir."

"Wait, Delphine," Cosima calls out as Delphine starts to walk away, causing Delphine to spin around and give her a questioning look.

"Tomorrow?" Cosima asks.

"I'll be back!" Delphine assures with a familiar accent.

"She does know a pop culture reference! How about that?" Cosima grins. "See ya, Terminator."

Delphine winks, then turns and continues her walk back to work.

Cosima unlocks her phone, the photo of Delphine immediately appearing. "She's a freakin' supermodel," Cosima asserts with a shake of her head. She opens a translation app, then speaks into the mic in the best impression of Delphine's accent that she can muster, "très mignon."

When the translation appears, Cosima grins, pumps her fist, and returns to her truck.