Chloe's shift was winding down so she made her way to the admin desk to chart on all her patients, in the computer. She became lost in her work when she heard her name and looked up to see Gabriel standing over her, across the desk.

"Yes?" she asked, trying to hold back her excitement.

He smiled, "I just finished my first shift and I was hoping you might know of a place to get dinner?"

Chloe nodded, "There's a diner across the street that's excellent," she answered then changed the subject, "I heard you were quite the rockstar in a trauma. We're glad to have you," she looked away to hide the grin creeping across her face because it was much larger then it should have been.

"I was merely doing my job," he replied, "Would you mind joining me for dinner?" he asked, his tone tender.

Chloe looked back up, her eyes meeting his, "Sure, I just need a second to finish up," she closed down her work and reached under the desk for her things, "Ok, I'm good. Come with me," she attempted to come off more confidently and hoped he hadn't noticed her reactions to him all day.

Gabe gestured for her to lead the way as he began walking with her across the street, "How was your day?" he asked, making conversation.

"It was pretty good, even with the shooting," she replied, "How about you? How are you liking County General?"

He shrugged, "So far so good. I think Mark Green might not be my biggest fan, but he has every right to have his guard up. Are shootings common?" he asked as they walked through the door at the diner.

"We can take a seat at the bar or in a booth, your choice," she suggested, waiting on him to decide. He walked back to booth in the back of the restaurant and they took their seats. "No," Chloe answered his question from moments before, "We have a large amount of crazy situations but we don't have shootings most of the time," she added with a grin, suppressing a laugh.

He smiled in return, "That's a relief," he joked as the waitress came to their table.

"What can I get the two of you?" she asked.

Chloe started to allow Gabe a chance to look over the menu, "I'll have a coffee with cream and sugar and an order of french toast with two slices of bacon."

The waitress nodded, writing down Chloe's order before looking back at Gabe, but he was ready, "I'll take a cheeseburger and a diet coke."

"I'll be back with your drinks in a moment," she said as she walked away.

"That was quick," Gabe commented before looking at Chloe, his face taking on a more serious expression, "I've noticed the way you've been looking at him today."

"What?" Chloe acted shocked, "I haven't been giving you any different looks then anyone else," she lied.

Gabe shook his head, "I'm not upset about your interest but I need to fill you in on a little bit about myself so you can decide if you want to keep looking at me like that. Do you want that?" he asked, making it sound like he might be a serial killer on the side.

Chloe nodded as their waitress reappeared and placed their drinks on the table before walking away again. Chloe took a sip of her coffee as she leaned forward to hear what he had to say.

"I've had more failed marriages then I'd like to admit to," he began, "Your looks give me the impression that you want to pursue a relationship with me and I have to advise against it. I'm not a relationship person, I want to be but it never works. However," he paused and took a small sip of his drink. Chloe was far more distracted by his lips then she would ever admit as he pulled them away from the cup and continued, "I am interested in you, as well. If you want to have anything with me, it has to be a simple and casual arrangement," he explained, stopping to allow her to voice her thoughts.

Chloe sat back, searching for the right thing to say, surprised by his directness but also appreciative since most of the guys she'd been with would have deceived her. "You're looking for a 'no strings attached' type of relationship?" she asked finally after a longer silence then she'd expected.

"That's a good way to explain it," he answered, "Yes, that's what I'm after. Is that something you're after? If you wanted more, I understand and I don't want you to feel pressured into anything but I'm not the man for you."

Chloe swallowed before replying, "I'm willing to try it out because you've been a distraction to me since you walked in this morning. Do you think you'd want to...while we're at work?" she asked.

Gabe leaned forward across the table, "I would. One of the main reasons for my arrangement is for those times when things don't go well with a co-worker or in a trauma and when those things happen, I'll need you," he said, his words and tone intense.

She nodded, wondering why she didn't feel more uncomfortable with his proposition, and asked, "Do you need to have a practice run to see if I'm someone who can help you?"

He laughed lightly before speaking, "Yes but I don't want you to feel like this is an arrangement. I want you to want me just as much as I want you, not feel like it's part of your job," he expanded on his original statement.

"I've been interested in you since the earliest part of my day," she replied, her cheeks reddening, "Most of my time in your presence has been consumed with thoughts of what we could have been doing," she added, unafraid to be honest after what he'd said.

He smiled, slightly wicked, "Well then, would you like to go back to my place after we eat? Or, would you rather we wait until circumstances put us together?"

"My place," she countered, "I don't want to have to leave when we're done."

He raised a single eyebrow at her, as she raised the stakes, before smirking, "Ok, I see you'll be better at this then most."