As they walked toward the car, Crane the thought it nice to bring up an unbearable topic-Luke.
"Miss Mills, why do you continue to make plans with him if you always cancel? Do not think I haven't noticed, the poor man follows you like a puppy. I must say I don't blame you though, I find him repugnant."
"And why is that Crane?" Abbie tries valiantly to conceal her irritation.
"The man is so petty that he feels the need to interrogate me every time I enter the precinct. You would think that by now he would understand, seeing as he always asks the same questions."
"Wait, Luke's been bothering you? Sorry, I guess I shouldn't be surprised." She sighs.
"Yes, the man has an ego the size of an elephant. He insists that you and I must be...fornicating."
Abbie nearly spits out her coffee when she laughs. "Fornicating Crane? Really?" She laughs again while Crane huffs indignantly.
"And what would you have me call it Leftenant?" He asks bitterly, wary of her answer.
"Oh you know, 'bumping uglies', 'boning', 'doing the nasty', 'the hanky panky'. There's tons of euphemisms now, but mostly people just say 'fucking'."
"Miss Mills!"
"Yeah yeah, Crane I know. Don't get your panties in a bunch, after all you're the one who asked." She smirks at his blushing face
"You're right...I suppose I should have expected as much. Your time period is infallibly crude."
"Yeah well, get used to it Crane. It's your time period too now."