Caitlin smiles at that. She tends to agree; people don't just have one favorite anything. It's never that simple. She laughs a little at the way he bobs his head while considering. "See? I totally agree!"
Weirdly, Caitlin finds herself thinking, a little sadly, that she's kind of been missing out by not having Ray as a part of her life. He'd make a good friend; he's smart enough to keep up with her, he's funny… Hopefully, this will be the beginning of a friendship that'll last them beyond this place.
The gasp has her laughing again. "I can't help it, Ray, it was love at first sight, but that terrifies men. Any self-aware female knows that," she says with feigned defensiveness. Then, her tone lightens into something more lofty and nonchalant. "Besides, I'm waiting for the right moment to present itself. That matters, you know." Another tight smirk, like she's trying to hide it, creeps over her lips and she has to press them together to keep from laughing again.
Since Ray seems unaffected, or maybe oblivious, to the kissing couple being let in, Caitlin decides to ignore it and feign ignorance too. Maybe she's getting stressed over nothing, anyway. That's probably it. They can cross that bridge when they get to it, if they get to it. Instead, she focuses on Ray's decision about their fictional date nights and a quiet, endeared aww! escapes her. It's funny, but that's how she and Ronnie used to do things. She's more of a homebody than he had been. And, apparently, than fictional-boyfriend-Ray is.
"We make Netflix and Chill so dull and adorable," she observes with a grin as they near the end of the line to enter the restaurant. "...do you really treat woman like that? Because that's really sweet, Ray…" she tells him with a fond smile. If this is what Felicity gave up, Oliver must be incredible...
The line is moving pretty smoothly and as they get closer and she's noticed a second couple kissing at the door, Caitlin takes Ray's hand, lacing her fingers through his. That's not a friend thing to do, right? It should totally count as proof if that's what's happening here. She's entirely too uncomfortable with lying when it isn't a life or death situation, as it turns out.
"So what did you want to do for dinner after this?" she asks, a little louder than probably necessary, in the hopes of being overheard by the doorman, just in case. Extra effort to really sell it doesn't hurt, after all.
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Weirdly, Caitlin finds herself thinking, a little sadly, that she's kind of been missing out by not having Ray as a part of her life. He'd make a good friend; he's smart enough to keep up with her, he's funny… Hopefully, this will be the beginning of a friendship that'll last them beyond this place.
The gasp has her laughing again. "I can't help it, Ray, it was love at first sight, but that terrifies men. Any self-aware female knows that," she says with feigned defensiveness. Then, her tone lightens into something more lofty and nonchalant. "Besides, I'm waiting for the right moment to present itself. That matters, you know." Another tight smirk, like she's trying to hide it, creeps over her lips and she has to press them together to keep from laughing again.
Since Ray seems unaffected, or maybe oblivious, to the kissing couple being let in, Caitlin decides to ignore it and feign ignorance too. Maybe she's getting stressed over nothing, anyway. That's probably it. They can cross that bridge when they get to it, if they get to it. Instead, she focuses on Ray's decision about their fictional date nights and a quiet, endeared aww! escapes her. It's funny, but that's how she and Ronnie used to do things. She's more of a homebody than he had been. And, apparently, than fictional-boyfriend-Ray is.
"We make Netflix and Chill so dull and adorable," she observes with a grin as they near the end of the line to enter the restaurant. "...do you really treat woman like that? Because that's really sweet, Ray…" she tells him with a fond smile. If this is what Felicity gave up, Oliver must be incredible...
The line is moving pretty smoothly and as they get closer and she's noticed a second couple kissing at the door, Caitlin takes Ray's hand, lacing her fingers through his. That's not a friend thing to do, right? It should totally count as proof if that's what's happening here. She's entirely too uncomfortable with lying when it isn't a life or death situation, as it turns out.
"So what did you want to do for dinner after this?" she asks, a little louder than probably necessary, in the hopes of being overheard by the doorman, just in case. Extra effort to really sell it doesn't hurt, after all.