- Eh... When Eames is here, you're so quiet, Goren...
Silent, really.
He wasn't the type to say nothing.
But it was true that the scene of Eames and him just next door was very embarrassing.
And Goren preferred to keep quiet, rather than say the slightest stupid thing, or avoid the slightest blunder.
- Hmm. You love her.
At Tessy's words, Goren nearly choked and spat out the mouthful he'd just swallowed, his face flushed.
- N... No, Tessy, stop joking.
Name of God...
So Logan was right.
You could really read everything in her face.
And even a drunk girl like Tessy could tell.
Just because he was far too quiet.
Logan had warned him to be natural, as always.
- What...
Eames turned his head towards Tessy and looked at her, surprised.
Had Tessy just told Goren that he was in love with her.
And what reaction had Goren had to say no.
But he had answered in a very awkward way, as if Tessy had hit the nail in the right on target
Was it possible that Goren was in love with her.
Was what Eames called rehabilitation slowly turning into love.
- Really... Where is Nichols…

How that, really.
Did Eames she really want to know if he was in love with her.
But it was far too personal, and above all, too embarrassing to admit.
Yes, Goren had to admit, he had a deep attachment to Eames, but was it really love.
Goren didn't want to make a mistake.
So he preferred not to say anything.
Oh yes, Eames had asked him where Nichols was.
Goren turned his gaze towards Stevens, and without much surprise, found Nichols at his side.
Which surprisingly didn't surprise him.
- He went to join Stevens.
- Oh...
It was strange all the same...
Nichols had often been in Stevens' company throughout the seminar.
While she herself had to be careful not to be seen too much with Goren.
Come to think of it, Eames hadn't really had any time to be alone with him.
And she would have liked to spend a little time with just him.
So maybe she should find an opportunity.
- Can I have another drink.

Have another glass...
Didn't she say just one.
Well, if it was just one more glass, what was the harm.
So he moved the bottle towards her glass, and poured the contents.
-Wah.
At Eames' screams, Goren realised that instead of pouring the contents into his glass, he'd spilled it all over Eames.
- I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention.
Eames, all upset, got up, trying to wipe himself.
- How cruel, I'm not a plant, I don't need watering.
At his words, Eames turned and rushed out of the room.
- Eames... Wait for Eames.
He absolutely had to catch up with her to apologise.
So he got up and rushed after her.
- I'm sorry, I...
At Goren's apology, who was running after him, Eames stopped, stayed of back, and put a small satisfied smile on his lips.
Bingo.
She'd found the solution, so that Goren would follow her and no-one would suspect her intentions.
And he, apologising.
If he'd known the part she'd played in finally finding a way to be alone with him, he'd be outraged.
And she was sure that when he understood, he would be it.
But it was all in a good cause.

- Don't worry, I mean about that.
- Huh...
Not to worry...
About that.
She'd left so quickly, so upset, that he'd thought she'd be angry with him.
- In fact, only my hand was wet.
What do you mean, only her hand was wet.
What did that mean.
- If I hadn't said something like that, I wouldn't have had an excuse to run away, would I.
If she hadn't said something like that...
She wouldn't have had an excuse to run away.
Could it be that she was making all this fuss, just so they could be together.
Eames turned to him, a big smile on his face.
- Let's go, you're coming.
What.
Yes, Eames had organised everything.
Goren would never have believed that Eames would do such a thing, and she had.
Eames, who had turned away from him, continued on his way, so he didn't waste a second and followed her.

- What are we doing here Eames... In the meeting room.
What were they doing here...
What kind of question is that.
This was the only room where Eames was sure no one would come.
Especially for what she had to do.
With a mischievous little smile on her lips, Eames sat down on the table, raised her hand and held it out to Goren.
- Come on, you comming...
Come...
Here.
And if we were surprised.
- There's no risk.
No risk.
Goren wasn't sure.
Eames was definitely not careful.
What's more, Goren was beginning to understand why she had brought him here, and for what reason.
- I always thought you weren't the sort of woman to do this sort of thing.
Pardon.
Did Goren really take her for a white goose.
Did he idealise her a little too much.

On the contrary, she was a woman, and she too had desires.
- But I'm just a normal woman.
Eames waved her hand, letting him know that she wanted him to take her.
Eames was a normal woman...
Yes and no.
For him, Eames had always been above other women.
He even idealised her a little too much.
But Eames was right.
She was a woman first and foremost.
So he didn't hesitate any longer, and took her hand in his, intertwining his fingers with hers.
Eames gently pulled him towards her, and when he reached her height, she stopped him right in front of her..
She raised the back of her hand to his forehead and brushed against it.
She plunged her big hazel eyes into his brown gaze.
- You can be so childish, like when we first teamed up.
So childish...
But he wasn't a child.
- I like that about you.
With a small smile on his lips, Eames spread the back of the palm of his hand to turn it over and slide it to his cheek, caressing it with extreme gentleness.
Goren blushed violently at this caress.
- You're so red...
- Huh. What…

The sound of the meeting room door opening was heard.
Panic-stricken, of be startled, they quickly stepped aside.
Eames looked around them, and his eyes fell on the sliding cupboard door.
Yes, this was the solution.
So she didn't waste a second, she hurried down from the table, grabbed Goren's hand and rushed towards the cupboard, Goren following her.
When she reached the sliding door, she opened it, pushed him inside, causing him to fall, his buttocks to the ground, and she didn't waste a second entering, closing the door behind her.
She came and crouched behind him, and put her hand to her mouth to stop him making the slightest noise.
- We can't be alone right now.
- What's wrong with that...
Was Eames dreaming, or were her voices none other than those of Nichols and Stevens.
But then she realised that the cupboard door wasn't closed properly, so she could see what was going on.

And she was surprised to find that she hadn't been mistaken, and that it was Nichols and Stevens in the room, and that they...
My God...
No.
It couldn't be.
And from the reaction of Goren, who didn't move, his back tense, and didn't take his eyes off the scene, Eames understood that it was real.
In front of them, Zach was behind Serena, and he had one hand under her top, and in her bra, and his arm was around her waist, while she was caressing his cheek with the palm of her hand, her face raised, and her eyes closed, at the same time as he was kissing her.
Stevens and Nichols...