A/N: I should be working on Just Two People, instead….

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck

"Dude, I'm telling you, it will work," Morgan insisted.

"Morgan, pick-up lines….they don't work," Chuck told Morgan. "They don't."

"If you see someone, taking a selfie, you have to try it," Morgan told him. "If you do, I promise I won't bother you about it anymore."

"Fine," Chuck told him, thinking he was safe. A minute later, Morgan grabbed Chuck's arm and pointed it at the blond who was taking a selfie. Chuck rolled his eyes and walked over to her. "Ma'am," he said.

The woman spun and Chuck's eyes widened at the woman in front of him. Her eyes locked with his, and he thought he might get lost in them forever. "Yes?" she asked. Chuck stood there. She gave him a questioning look as if to say, "What?"

"Sorry," Chuck said, shaking his head. "A friend has been worried about me and my lack of dating and gave me a pick-up line, it's terrible, and I'm not going to do that to you." Chuck started to turn when her hand landed on his arm, stopping him.

"Well, now I have to know what it is," she said.

"You sure?" he asked. She nodded, grinning. He grinned and cleared his throat. "Ma'am, you're not supposed to take picture of the artwork."

"I wasn't," she explained. "My friend is trying to get me to take a selfie for social media."

"I know," Chuck told her, winked and walked off. Her jaw dropped.

"Wait," she said, calling after him. He turned, still backing away. "I'm Sarah."

"I'm Chuck," he told her. She bent her fingers at the joint, waving at him, turned, and left.

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It was a few days later as Chuck was waiting for his drink in a coffee shop that he felt someone beside him. He turned as she spoke. "Careful, Sir, you don't want to scald your coffee as hot as you are."

Chuck nearly choked on air, as he turned and saw Sarah. "It's hot chocolate," he mumbled, not sure how to say anything else, or breath for that matter.

"Mmm," she hummed. "Guess I ruined it."

"No, no, it's fine," Chuck insisted. "That…that was good."

"My friend thinks I'm not that funny," Sarah told him.

"Oh, I would have to be around you more before I could make a determination like that," Chuck told her. It dawned on him what he said, and he quickly turned back to her, his eyes widening. An impressed look covered her face.

"Okay," she said. "Where are we going?"

"I wasn't…I was…I…." Chuck stopped, seeing the amused look on her face. "Where would you like to go?"

"Well, I have to go to work, but maybe you could take me to dinner tonight," Sarah told him. "Perhaps this is where you should give me your number and tell me your last name?"

"Bartowski," he blurted out. She giggled.

"Walker," Sarah told him. She held his hand out, and he gave her his phone. She typed in something and handed it back to him. "Text me." She grinned at him. "You know it's too bad you didn't get tea."

"Why's that?" Chuck asked, confused.

"Because you're a hot-tea!" And with that she was gone.

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Sarah was sitting at work when her phone buzzed. She picked it up and saw a text from an unknown number. Hi, how do you feel about Mexican.

She grinned and decided to keep their little game going. I'm sorry, I don't know who this is. She hit send and then put the number in her contacts as Chuck Bartowski. Her phone buzzed again.

You don't remember me? I was the person who you made drop something. Sarah pulled her chin back. Maybe this wasn't Chuck. Her phone buzzed and she couldn't help but snort laughter. It was my jaw. She started to type when it buzzed again, and again she laughed. I'm terrible at this.

She replied, So aside from being sexy what do you do for a living? She laughed, she could see him dropping the phone.

Her phone buzzed. Apparently a magnet because I'm attracted to you. Sarah winced at that one. Her phone buzzed again. I'm sorry, that was absolutely horrible.

She decided she had tortured him enough, and called him. "Chuck, it wasn't horrible, it was funny."

"I've just never been that guy," Chuck began.

"Well, it's obvious, and I mean that in the best way," she told him. "Meet you at seven for dinner?"

"Sounds good," he paused, and then let out a sigh. "I've got nothing witty."

"That's good, because if you did, it wouldn't be fair to the other guys," Sarah told him.

"Damn," Chuck said in awe.

"See you tonight," she said, and hung up.

A/N: A little bit of silly, maybe not my best, but I needed some humor.