Jane walks into Maura's office. She finds Maura checking herself out, in her mirror. She looks up, and sees Jane.
"What do you think? Does this look ok?"
"For what?"
"I am meeting Trent for lunch."
"It looks fine."
"Are you sure?"
"I don't know," she shrugs, "I'm not sure what you wear to tell someone that you haven't seen in two decades, that you share a full grown child, who is terminally ill."
"Do you think these shoes look ok, with this dress?"
"Maura they're fine."
"Fine? Just fine?"
"They're fabulous?" Jane replies.
"Are you sure?"
"Maura why are you so worried about what you look like? Are you trying to impress him?"
"No, I just want to look nice. He hasn't seen me since we were teenagers."
"Didn't you tutor him in chemistry?" Jane recalls.
"Yes, why?"
"Because he is a chemical engineer. Did you ever consider the possibility that he just played dumb, so that you would tutor him, because he had a crush on you?"
"No," she shakes her head.
"Really?"
"I really don't think that he felt that way about me."
"You're kidding right? Are you hearing yourself right now? He just wanted in your pants."
"He was a nice kid."
"Nice? He was a horny teenager, and so were you."
"I was not," Maura bickers.
"What time is your date?"
"It's not a date," Maura replies.
"What time?" Jane repeats.
"Twelve thirty."
"You better go, you don't want to be late."
Maura looks at Jane's watch, which she holds up, for Maura to see. Maura takes a deep breath.
"Wish me luck," Maura responds.
"You're going to need more than luck," Jane responds.
"Bye," Maura waves from the doorway.
"I won't wait up," Jane teases.
Maura arrives at the restaurant, and is greeted by the matron d'.
"Can I help you, Miss?"
"Yes," she nods, "I'm here to meet someone."
"Name?"
"His name is Trent Logan."
"Right this way," he insists.
She follows him to a table. Trent sits at the table, waiting on her. As she approaches he rises, to meet her. He gives her a bear hug. They take their seats, and he smiles from ear to ear.
"Maura, it's so great to see you," he admits.
"You too. You haven't changed a bit," she realizes.
"I don't think I'm quite as scrawny."
She looks at the well-muscled man, with a tan, blonde hair, and blue eyes, "You're not. You look great."
"It's a concerted effort," he reveals, flashing his pearly whites.
"So tell me, what have you been up to, the past twenty, or so years?"
"I went to college."
"Really?"
"I was a chemical engineer."
"Can I ask you something?"
"Of course," he nods.
"Did you play dumb, so that I would tutor you, because you had a crush on me?"
"I thought that was obvious," he replies.
"I guess to me it wasn't. Continue, please," Maura smiles.
"I went to college. Started working. I got married, and divorced."
"What happened?"
"She wasn't the right girl."
"I see."
"I have a very specific picture in my head, about the right woman."
"Oh."
"I'm glad that you called," he admits.
"So am I," she smiles.
"It's been too long."
"It has," she agrees.
"I have my own business. I spend a lot of my spare time on my boat, but I am getting to an age where I am ready to settle down. So, what about you? What have you been up to?"
"Well, I'm a medical examiner."
"For Boston?"
She nods, in confirmation.
"That must be interesting work."
"It is."
"Maura, I have something that I have to confess to you."
"What's that?"
"I always thought that you were the girl I was going to marry. I know that seems completely ridiculous. I mean how old were we? Fifteen?"
"Sixteen," she corrects, "I was sixteen."
"Would you like to take a ride on the boat, after lunch?"
"I would love that."
He drops her off, at the house, at one twenty, in the morning.. She tiptoes down the driveway, to the sidewalk. She carries her shoes, as she walks down the sidewalk. She reaches for the door, and fumbles with her keys. She drops the keys, on the ground. When she stands up, from retrieving her keys the door is open. Jane stands in the doorway, with her arms folded over her chest.
"What are you doing here?" Maura questions.
"Waiting on you," she ushers Maura in.
"Oh," Maura comments. Jane closes, and locks the door behind a drunk Maura.
"How was your date?"
"Great," Maura admits.
"I'd say. You were gone for over twelve hours."
"He has a yacht."
"Does he?"
"We went for a ride."
Jane sniffs her. She furrows her brow.
"What?" Maura inquires.
"You smell like alcohol."
"I had a little bit to drink."
"A little bit?"
"A lot, a bit," Maura giggles.
"Too much," Jane studies her friend, "Maura where are your pantyhose?"
"Um, I must have lost them," she reveals.
Jane looks at her hair, and notices that her dress is wrinkled, "Maura, did you sleep with him?"
"That is not any of your business."
"Maura you were supposed to tell him about Allison, remember. You did tell him, about Allison, didn't you?"
"Not yet."
"Not yet? Maura time is of the essence. When are you going to see him, again?"
"Tomorrow. We're going on another date. He thinks that we are soul mates. Isn't that funny?"
"Bed," Jane responds, sternly. She guides Maura to her room.