Elizabeth looked into the big bay window at the people already in the coffee shop, a place she had visited a hundred times now. Somehow it felt different this time. Butterflies seemed to have settled in the pit of her stomach and decided it was time to start fluttering around. She didn't know why she should feel so nervous about this meeting but with every breath she took, the feeling seemed to grow. For a moment she even wondered if she wasn't picking up on some of Shawn's nervous energy from outside but quickly realized it was all her.

Shawn was sitting at a table, waiting for her. He kept checking his watch and looking around the room. She smiled to herself and tugged on her skirt. She took a deep breath and pushed away all her nervousness. She knew how that kind of intense emotion could effect those around her if she wasn't careful and she didn't want that if she could help it. After quickly checking her reflection in the window, Elizabeth finally walked inside.

Shawn smiled and waved her over. He rolled his eyes, mentally kicking himself. He realized that he probably shouldn't have done that. She didn't know that he knew what she looked like already. The smile on her face, however, instantly put Shawn at ease.

"It's okay, Shawn," she told him as she sat down at the table with him. "I figured that if you knew Jordan Collier, then you already knew who I was. You look a little different than I pictured you though."

"What did you picture?"

Elizabeth thought back to the image that had flashed into her mind when she first heard Shawn's voice on her answering machine. "A bit younger, maybe," she replied with a small smile and a little shrug of her shoulders. "Definitely not as good looking."

"That hurts." Shawn feigned a pained look, putting his hand to his chest as if she'd really wounded him.

"Hey. I'm saying that you're better looking than I expected. I never said I thought you were ugly." Elizabeth lightly laughed.

Shawn brightly smiled and nodded. "You're much prettier in person than in the pictures Jordan gave me," he admitted. "I was afraid you wouldn't want to meet with me."

"Why? Did I look snobbish or something?"

Shawn shook his head emphatically. "No. I don't know what I expected. I think ... I thought I'd have to meet you on the street and then Jordan gave me your phone number and ..."

Elizabeth placed a finger to Shawn's lips to silence him. Her heart started to race a little bit when she touched him. It was incredible the kind of electricity that could pass between two people with the smallest touch. It made Elizabeth smile. "I know all this already," she told him in a gentle voice. "I thought Jordan would've told you but it seems I can read people's minds. I kind of zipped through yours before I got inside."

Shawn's eyebrows raised in surprise. He watched her move her hand back across the table and saw a blush start to rise to her cheeks. He started to reach out to grab her hand back but pulled his hand away when he saw the confusion in her eyes. "I guess I'll just have to watch what I think around you then."

Elizabeth nodded with a nervous half-smile. She felt the heat in her face start to subside and took a deep breath to relax her own racing heart. "That might be a good idea because right now there are a few thoughts that seem to be screaming at me that you might want to keep to yourself."

Shawn could feel the heat rising to his cheeks as he began to blush now. He tried to push back any thoughts that didn't have to do with the 4400 Center far back into his mind but he was fairly certain he wasn't successful. "I, uh ..." He fumbled for words. "Let's discuss that tour, all right?"

"I think that might be the best course of action right now."

"Can I get you something to drink or ..."

"A chai tea might be nice," Elizabeth said in a cheerful, friendly tone. She was fighting back the urge to flirt with Shawn as it grew inside her. He certainly wasn't what she had been expecting. Of course, she didn't know what to expect anymore than Shawn had.

"I'll be right back with that," Shawn said, getting up from the table. He looked back more than once as he stood at the counter, waiting to order. He was starting to understand why Jordan had sent him to talk to Elizabeth.

Elizabeth waved good-bye to Shawn and turned around, starting the trek to work. She had taken about three steps when she felt a hand grab her arm. She bit her lower lip as she turned her head to see who it was.

"Did I startle you?" Shawn asked, a sheepish grin on his lips.

Elizabeth smirked and shook her head. "Not so much."

"I just thought of something Jordan told me this morning."

Elizabeth rolled her eyes at the mention of Jordan Collier's name. "You already got me to agree to a tour, Shawn. What more do you want?"

"Jordan's a good guy once you get to know him," Shawn replied.

"I doubt that's what you came back to tell me," Elizabeth said. She quickly checked her watch. "Look. Can't this wait? I really have to get to work unless you plan on paying my rent and bills for me for this month."

"You wouldn't have to worry about that if you ..."

"Shawn," Elizabeth said. A look of caution flashed across her face to warn him to let the subject drop before he could even finish his sentence.

He nodded, understanding what she meant. "There's going to be a benefit dinner at the 4400 Center next week Friday," he quickly explained. "I thought you might like to go with me."

Elizabeth heavily sighed. "Let's get through the tour tomorrow first, all right?"

Shawn let go of her arm and nodded, smiling. "I'll just have to ask you tomorrow," he told her. "If you're worried about being late and need a ride to work, my car's just down the block. I don't mind."

Elizabeth sighed, softer this time though. She knew she shouldn't go with him. She knew she should limit how much time she spent with him but if she didn't take the ride, she'd be at least fifteen minutes late for work. More if she continued to stand here debating things. She knew she couldn't take the chance that her manager would be in a good mood.

Elizabeth chewed her lower lip as she considered the offer. The longer it took for her to decide, the more she knew she'd have to say yes. Finally, she nodded. "Just this once," she warned him. "Even if I end up at the Center eventually, I'll still need my job a little while longer."

Shawn offered his arm to Miriam and she tucked her hand in the crook of his arm. "This way," he said, leading her to his car. He couldn't help but smile as he opened the door for her and helped her in. He ran around the back of his car and hopped in.