"They cleaned it up," he explained breathlessly, "The janitor had this putty knife thing, and they had to take the drain out. It was disgusting in there. I'm never walking on that floor without flip-flops again."

It was pretty obvious how he was eyeing Lisbeth, both intrigued and kind of skeptical, his hand twitching nervously where it was clamped between Jamie's.

"Hey. Hi," he said, lifting his free hand in a wave. "Yeah, you too. Jamie talks about you a lot. Not like, all the time, that would be weird, but, you know..."