Okay...Caitlin had noticed a long time ago that Ray is an attractive man. She'd have to be blind not to and, if she remembers right, she complimented Felicity on her taste the first time she met Ray. But all of that aside, she can still see what her acquaintance had seen in him. Ray is genuinely a nice guy. She can see the way that his grin softens when he can tell that she's relaxed. His enthusiasm is almost contagious. Most of all, he seems genuinely interested in spending time with her as a friend and, to Caitlin, that translates to not feeling obligated, but still feeling inclined to keep her company in a new place, something which Caitlin can't even try to deny is a really big relief. Going it alone had seemed kind of scary, if she's being entirely honest with herself. This? This is much better.
One thing she does not allow herself to do is read into his comment about how easy it will probably be to pretend that they're dating. He probably doesn't mean anything by it, anyway, so overanalyzing it is just asking to make something that could be a lot of fun into a night full of awkward pauses and unwitting mixed signal interpretation. Nobody needs that. It does, though, make her laugh a little. "We've totally got this," she assures him in a mock serious tone that the little smirk on her face absolutely betrays.
She laughs again, in good nature, when he pivots and offers his arm before happily looping her own through his, her head held high with a genuine smile on her face. Okay, whatever this ends up being, she's pretty sure fun is going to be at the top of her list of descriptors. Already, she can tell Ray is going to be incredibly easy to spend time with. Maybe he's onto something with the ease with which he seems to think they can fake this, after all.
"Ohhh," she says thoughtfully, giving a thoughtful facial shrug. "Okay, we're just going all out, then. You should probably know that the last time I tried to roleplay, Cisco and I nearly got ourselves killed, but this will be decidedly easier, so just kind of bear with me here," she says, only half-joking. "Best to keep the backstory close enough to reality that it's easy to keep straight, so...we met through a mutual friend," she offers lightly. "Favorite food...hmmm, I'm really partial to Big Belly Burger but that doesn't sound very classy..." She pauses. "Three months or three years? Don't confuse me, now," she points out. "I could go for either. Favorite food...let's just go with Thai. It's classier than fast-food, but still accurate. What about yours? Do we live together back home? Or haven't we crossed that bridge just yet?"
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One thing she does not allow herself to do is read into his comment about how easy it will probably be to pretend that they're dating. He probably doesn't mean anything by it, anyway, so overanalyzing it is just asking to make something that could be a lot of fun into a night full of awkward pauses and unwitting mixed signal interpretation. Nobody needs that. It does, though, make her laugh a little. "We've totally got this," she assures him in a mock serious tone that the little smirk on her face absolutely betrays.
She laughs again, in good nature, when he pivots and offers his arm before happily looping her own through his, her head held high with a genuine smile on her face. Okay, whatever this ends up being, she's pretty sure fun is going to be at the top of her list of descriptors. Already, she can tell Ray is going to be incredibly easy to spend time with. Maybe he's onto something with the ease with which he seems to think they can fake this, after all.
"Ohhh," she says thoughtfully, giving a thoughtful facial shrug. "Okay, we're just going all out, then. You should probably know that the last time I tried to roleplay, Cisco and I nearly got ourselves killed, but this will be decidedly easier, so just kind of bear with me here," she says, only half-joking. "Best to keep the backstory close enough to reality that it's easy to keep straight, so...we met through a mutual friend," she offers lightly. "Favorite food...hmmm, I'm really partial to Big Belly Burger but that doesn't sound very classy..." She pauses. "Three months or three years? Don't confuse me, now," she points out. "I could go for either. Favorite food...let's just go with Thai. It's classier than fast-food, but still accurate. What about yours? Do we live together back home? Or haven't we crossed that bridge just yet?"