“You never asked me to dinner.”

Foreman turned around, to spot Leilani, a playful smile on her face. She walked into the room, her steps light; her bag slouched on her shoulder.

“When?” He asked, perplexed.

She shrugged, still smiling.

“I thought we really hit it off, you know, when my best friend wasn’t dying or anything. But, I guess I’m going to have to grow old with only one ear now. Such a sad world it is.”

Foreman laughed, standing up from his leaning position to stand in front of her.

“How is she, by the way? She checked herself out before I even had the chance to see her.”

“Yeah, Byrd doesn’t have a thing for hospitals. Not like I do, you know.” They both laugh, and start to walk out of the so familiar room,”She’s okay, thanks to you.”

Foreman nodded, leading her down a hall – his hand conspicuously – sneaking into hers. She stifles a smile.

“And how are you?”

She breathes in, thinking for a moment.

“I’m good. Yeah. I’m real good. You?”

He shrugged – his thumb making little circles on the inside of her wrist.

“I’m good.”

She smirks.

“Good.”

It’s still in the afternoon when they meet. He mentioned he had his lunch at one, and she ever so casually mentioned she could arrange to be available.

“So, I still don’t get it Eric. What exactly was wrong with her?”

Foreman smiled, his hands coming to rest on the small table in front of them.

“She had an insulin secreting tumor, called insulinona. The insulinona caused hypoglycemia, though since she wasn’t aware she had it, it went untreated. And due to the hypoglycemia being untreated, she fell into a non responsive state.”

Leilani nodded.

“And since you couldn’t do the MRI, you couldn’t find the tumor.”

“Exactly, though we narrowed it down – since we could MRI the rest of her body. The rest was just science.”

Leilani rested her hands on his, and spoke softly.

“I think it had to do with more than just science, Eric.”

Foreman smiled, his thumb rubbing circles on her wrist once again. Leilani smiled.

They walked down the dark street casually – hands intertwined. It was a bit chilly out, but somehow being in each other’s company makes up for the cold breeze.

“So you still haven’t asked me for dinner yet.”

Foreman smiled.

“Oh, really? Well I was thinking steak…”

Leilani stopped, and Foreman stopped with her. Their bodies are close together, and she searches his eyes.

“A1 sauce?”

He smirks.

“There’s always A1 sauce.”