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"You're here!" Booth exclaimed, excited to see her.

"I know I'm late." Her displeasure for tardiness must have shown, because he quickly confessed he'd only arrived minutes before. "Really?" She wondered if he was only trying to make her feel better, but she couldn't be too sure. She wasn't great at reading nonverbal cues.

"Yeah." He locked gazes with her and had to gulp at the intensity of it.

"Should we go in?" Brennan cocked her head towards the entrance, her hand finally falling from its spot on his bicep.

"Of course." He blinked, realizing he still had her plastered to him. He let go and held the door.

They chose a corner booth, sitting face to face.

"What's good here?" Brennan asked, curious as to what the place served. She'd only had time for a cup of coffee earlier.

"Everything, but it's best to let Sid choose for you." Booth answered honestly. "He always knows what to serve a person."

"Wait. How can he know?" Brennan countered, intrigued.

"He just does." Booth shrugged a shoulder, not questioning the man's gift.

Their first bickering session was cut short when their food arrived.

"Wow." Brennan was awed.

"I know." Booth grinned, waggling his eyebrows at their plates.

Conversation flowed between bites. She found out he was a lawyer dealing with environmental issues. He found out she was also a consultant for the FBI.

Their meal was interrupted when her phone rang. Duty was calling.

"Bren…" Before she could even finish her greeting, she was informed of the situation. Booth watched her attentively, signaling for the check. Their time together was over…for now he hoped.

"I have to go." Brennan said she was needed at the lab.

"I got it." Booth placed a hand over hers, preventing her from taking out money.

"Next one's on me." Brennan decided there was no time to argue on the bill.

"Sure." Booth nodded, pleased to hear that there would be a next time.

She was angling into her car when he caught up to her. "How will we get in contact?"

"This worked." Brennan winked. Maybe she was getting better at nonverbal communication, because he was quick to continue.

"Friday night?" He was practically vibrating, anticipating her response.

"Nolita's on K Street." Brennan slammed her car door, powering down her window after. "Seven."

"I will see you there!" He waved as she pulled into traffic.

B&B

"So, you didn't get her number?" Hodgins questioned as he contemplated which take out box to choose from.

"Well, not having each other's number worked out perfectly for today's lunch." Booth selected a box and served white rice on his plate.

"True." Hodgins agreed, loading his plate before joining Booth in the living room. "How'd it go?" He couldn't help but ask.

"Good." Booth grinned, "Very good." One hundred percent better than last time.

"She got you man." Hodgins chuckled. "You have it bad."

"What is it you wanted to discuss?" Booth doubted his friend showed up at his door with dinner just to hear about his lunch date with Temperance.

"Changing the subject." Hodgins shook his head. "Hey, I'm happy for you. You're finally getting out there." He gave Booth a thumbs up before telling him about his concern.

"That could be a problem for you." Booth agreed, setting his empty plate aside.

"I smell lawsuit." He rubbed his hand across his bearded jaw, also setting his plate aside. "I hope I'm wrong though." Hodgins was funding the cleanup and offering to help in any way possible. "I guess the whole dead body turning up is gonna be an additional problem." Hodgins sighed.

"I bet." Booth collected their plates, offering his assistance.

B&B

Brennan massaged her temples in an effort to relief some of the stress of her day.

"You're home early." Angela commented as she closed the front door, dragging a rolling suit case behind her. She gave art classes at the community center twice a week.

When Brennan grunted Angela shook her head. "Another lock down?" The artist wondered.

"No." Brennan was at a loss when it came to cause of death. The toxic substance had infiltrated the grave site, severely compromising the remains' integrity.

"Ouch." Angela slipped out of her jacket. "The highlight of my day was receiving a marriage proposal from a seventy year old man." She chuckled and Brennan smiled. It was good to know that at least Angela's day went smoothly.

"But hey, your day couldn't have been all that bad." Angela gave Brennan's shoulder a soft swat. "Tell me. How was your date?" The sparkle in her eyes was contagious, and Brennan found herself relating the encounter.

"We're having dinner Friday night." Brennan added with a lopsided grin.

"Yes!" Angela praised, clapping her hands with enthusiasm. "I'm so proud of you, Sweetie." The Doctor was on her way to a third date with Mr. Hot and Yummy. "Have you kissed?"

"Ange!" The gleam in the woman's eyes told Brennan that she wasn't just referring to a kiss.

"Aww, come on!" Angela leaned closer, awaiting an answer. "Don't even try to say he's not kissable."

Brennan knew he wasn't just kissable. The man was completely edible.

But of course, she wasn't about to divulge that thought to her friend just yet.