How Andy Flynn hated muzak…he knew as soon as he walked into Henderson and Schmidt he'd be stuck listening to it while he pursued the young paralegal. Sure enough as he ventured in, his ears were serenaded with the latest Celine Dion song that was on constant radio rotation. His eyes landed not on Sharon but an older woman sitting at a dinosaur aged computer.

"Excuse me ma'am I'm looking for Sharon O'Dwyer".

"Sharon! There's a police officer here for you!" the older woman yells as she gets up with a stack of manila folders.

She walked out, her reddish brown hair cascading down her back having been taken out of the bun it was in. She had her glasses off and was carrying a stack of papers, her eyebrow raised at the man in front of her.

"I'm sorry Ms. O'Dwyer…but I noticed your taillight was out when you pulled up to the building would hate to give you a ticket".

Tilting her head, she looked at him, "I'm sorry Officer you must be mistaken I walked to work today".

"Ok…I lied…I just wanted to get to know you a bit more".

"You met me in a coffee shop so you followed me to my…job. Mr. Flynn I might need to report you" she says with a laugh.

"I sometimes study in the park; I'll be there after work at 5"

With a smile Andy nods and turns away, his smirk fades as she speaks again when he exits.

"Don't be late…I hate it".

-Griffith Park, 5:00 PM-

Sitting on a park bench the balmy summer breezed ruffled Sharon's bangs. She can't couldn't believe she was so quick to accept the pursuit of a man she met in a coffee shop. But she was flattered that he had found her after their accidental meeting. She came from money; her parents were well known where she came from in Boston. She could have gone to any Ivy League school however she wanted something different. She moved out to LA to pursue her Juris Doctor at UCLA School of Law, finding a side job as a paralegal to make ends meet. She had been there almost year, but men certainly weren't on her mind. The silence was shattered by Andy Flynn huffing up to her wearing a leather jacket and polo shirt and a pair of jeans.

"It's 5:10…your late"

"Hey my partner…Louie…he's not as punctual as me" he says with a laugh.

Moving over she allows him to sit down with her, they begin by making small talk.