QUOTE : Did you have somewhere else you needed to be?” I ask, deflecting the question.<br /><br /> “Yes,” she says. But it’s lacking truth and comes out a little sullenly.<br /><br /> “Where? Is there a murder marathon on TV this afternoon, safety girl?”<br /><br /> “No!” she says. But she says it too quickly and fidgets in her seat.<br /><br /> “Holy shit, there is, isn’t there? You’re so weird.” She’s amazing.<br /><br /> “It’s a Criminal Minds marathon, jerk,” she retorts and this conversation starts to make sense. I’m competing with a fucking television show.<br /><br /> “So you wanted to get home to watch reruns, is what you’re telling me?”<br /><br /> “Fine,” she huffs. “I guess I can watch reruns another time.”<br /><br /> “Thanks,” I say drily. “That’s big of you.”<br /><br /> “You’re welcome,” she replies and I’m honestly not sure if she’s being snarky or serious