...oh Paige, you naive thing, you

[thebiographer]

Hey, um...sorry to bother you on Christmas Eve and all, but...I think I just got hit on? And I don't know what to do.

Do I tell Will? I don't want him to be upset. Damien would probably punch somebody. I know Terry is laughing at me. He's always keeping tabs on my love life.

And speaking of Will, do you think what I got him is too much? We can always retcon it if it was, right? You've done that before.

[Pause. Deep breath.]

Sorry. I just want everyone to be happy. You've introduced me to some really great people, and I still think about them all. Maybe that's sappy, but I do.

So seriously, how am I supposed to tell the guys that I think somebody just hit on me?

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[letsstartanew]

You think you were hit on?

[thebiographer]

Lee! You're back.

And I think so? At least this guy sent a gift to my office...with his phone number.

[letsstartanew]

Want me to kick his ass?

[thebiographer]

...I don't think it requires violence. I'm just not used to being hit on.

[letsstartanew]

Well if you do need your honor defended, I am the man for the job. [Smiles softly.] Come on now, you are frakkin beautiful Paige.

[thebiographer]

I don't think I'm that good looking, Lee.

[letsstartanew]

Well I think you are.

[thebiographer]

I think you're the good-looking one. How have you been?