He sat down across from her, shooting her an easy smile as he did so. She smiled back. Her hands were folded in front of her, and she already felt discomfort at what she had to say.

"Hi," she said.

"Hey, Bones. How's it going?" he replied as he flagged the waitress.

"Fine, nothing to complain about. How are you?" was her response. Why did she sound so formal? It had only been a few days since she'd seen Booth, but the situation was awkward.

The waitress came over to take Booth's order (pie, what a surprise), and then left the two of them alone again.

"So… anything exciting going on at work?" he asked.

"Booth, I work with people that have been dead for years. The excitement happens on your end."

He looked pleased. "Well, that's true." He said with a grin.

She shook her head.

As they talked, the tension diffused. Booth's pie arrived, and he dug in with enthusiasm.

"So, I think it would be wise for us to discuss what happened in your office last week." Brennan said, ignoring the pit in her stomach.

Booth looked up quickly. "You're right." he said, his smile disappearing.

Brennan took a deep breath. She knew this was the right thing to do; it was completely rational and thought out. Why, then, did it feel so wrong?

"I'm sorry." Booth said before she could begin.

"You're sorry?" she asked, confused.

"Yes, I am. I'm really sorry. I don't know why I kissed you. It was a mistake." he rushed on. "It won't happen again."

Brennan looked down at her hands, completely disarmed. She had not expected this.

He was still looking at her. "I apologize. I know I shouldn't let my emotions run away with me… I'm sorry, Bones."

Now he was silent; he waited for her to speak.

"I…" she didn't know what to say. She'd been gearing up for an argument, and there wasn't one to be had. "Good, then. Okay."

"Okay?" He seemed concerned.

"Yes, we're fine. I understand. The personal nature of my note caught you off guard, you reacted physiologically… it's over. Let's move on."

He nodded his head in agreement, shoving pie into his mouth. "This is delicious, you should have some." he told her.

Standing up, she said, "I'm sorry, I have to go. It's late, and I need to work early tomorrow… I'll see you later?"

"Sure." he said, his eyes revealing disappointment at her early departure.

She smiled at him. "Besides, Booth, you know I don't like pie." With that, she turned and left.

"You would if you'd just give it a chance!" He called after her, trying to keep his eyes in an innocent place.