Tilting his head as Amber went back to her journal as if he wasn't in the room, Foreman pressed his lips together in exasperation. She'd clearly said casual conversation was on the 'acceptable' list, but now it seemed like acknowledging his presence was a little too much to ask. The miffed look on her face when she looked up dissolved when he raised his eyebrows expectantly. Sure, had some fun, as well as a handful of wrenching conversations that he still wasn't sure he'd recovered from. "Oh, your reading," Foreman said. "Sounds important."

He wasn't going to drag out the conversation if her reading was that much more important than he was. Foreman let out his breath and went around to sit at the desk, opening his briefcase and pulling out his newspaper. He never came unprepared for long sessions of waiting anymore. Though it would still be nice if he could talk to his girlfriend instead of reading the headlines and forgetting them five seconds later. Around the edge of the paper, Foreman eyed Amber, letting his glance linger on the shape of her calf, letting his ogling wander up to the hem of her skirt. He wouldn't check her out when they were actually on a case, so he might as well get his fill now.