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Chapter 9: Nothing is real ‘til it’s gone
They were out for one of their casual lunch dates. Casual because neither of them liked to dress up and both of them practically lived off fast food and things that could be made in the microwave. Plus they only had an hour to eat before they had to be back at the hospital.
They were eating hamburgers and fries on a sticky table when Thirteen spoke up.
“I don’t really feel like we’re…you know,” she said.
“A couple?” Kutner asked.
Thirteen had been having problems referring to them as a couple.
“Yeah, it feels more like we’re just friends,” Thirteen said. “It doesn’t feel like a real…”
“Relationship?” Kutner guessed.
“Right,” Thirteen said.
“There’s only one way to fix that,” Kutner replied. “I have to take you laser tagging.”
“You play laser tag?” Thirteen raised her eyebrows.
“Does that really surprise you?” Kutner asked.
Thirteen thought about it.
“I guess it should, should it?” she answered.
“Do you have plans on Friday?” Kutner asked.
“They have a deal. You play two games and they give you a third free.”
“What plans would I have?” Thirteen asked.
“I don’t know, I just thought you might have friends you hung out with on Friday night,” Kutner said.
“This job and I still have room for a social life?” Thirteen laughed. “Yeah right.”
“Ever been laser tagging?” Kutner asked.
“No,” Thirteen answered. “Is that going to be a problem?”
“Not if you don’t mind getting beat by eight year olds,” Kutner muttered.
“It’s quarter ‘til one,” Thirteen said, looking at her watch. “We should get back to work.”
“Just and second,” Kutner said, shoving the last of the fries into his mouth.
“Okay, okay, let’s go,” Thirteen said standing up.
“What’s the rush?” Kutner asked. “Fifteen minutes is plenty of time to get to the hospital.”
“If we’re late it will draw attention to the fact that we were out together,” Thirteen explained.
“Taub and Foreman went out too,” Kutner pointed out.
“That’s different,” Thirteen said, pulling him by the wrist towards the door.
“Alright, I’m coming,” Kutner said. “Don’t have a cow.”
Kutner and Thirteen left the restaurant, the cashiers trying in vain to hide their laughter.
Chapter 9: Nothing is real ‘til it’s gone
They were out for one of their casual lunch dates. Casual because neither of them liked to dress up and both of them practically lived off fast food and things that could be made in the microwave. Plus they only had an hour to eat before they had to be back at the hospital.
They were eating hamburgers and fries on a sticky table when Thirteen spoke up.
“I don’t really feel like we’re…you know,” she said.
“A couple?” Kutner asked.
Thirteen had been having problems referring to them as a couple.
“Yeah, it feels more like we’re just friends,” Thirteen said. “It doesn’t feel like a real…”
“Relationship?” Kutner guessed.
“Right,” Thirteen said.
“There’s only one way to fix that,” Kutner replied. “I have to take you laser tagging.”
“You play laser tag?” Thirteen raised her eyebrows.
“Does that really surprise you?” Kutner asked.
Thirteen thought about it.
“I guess it should, should it?” she answered.
“Do you have plans on Friday?” Kutner asked.
“They have a deal. You play two games and they give you a third free.”
“What plans would I have?” Thirteen asked.
“I don’t know, I just thought you might have friends you hung out with on Friday night,” Kutner said.
“This job and I still have room for a social life?” Thirteen laughed. “Yeah right.”
“Ever been laser tagging?” Kutner asked.
“No,” Thirteen answered. “Is that going to be a problem?”
“Not if you don’t mind getting beat by eight year olds,” Kutner muttered.
“It’s quarter ‘til one,” Thirteen said, looking at her watch. “We should get back to work.”
“Just and second,” Kutner said, shoving the last of the fries into his mouth.
“Okay, okay, let’s go,” Thirteen said standing up.
“What’s the rush?” Kutner asked. “Fifteen minutes is plenty of time to get to the hospital.”
“If we’re late it will draw attention to the fact that we were out together,” Thirteen explained.
“Taub and Foreman went out too,” Kutner pointed out.
“That’s different,” Thirteen said, pulling him by the wrist towards the door.
“Alright, I’m coming,” Kutner said. “Don’t have a cow.”
Kutner and Thirteen left the restaurant, the cashiers trying in vain to hide their laughter.