"When I tell you about the drawer, I'll tell you about the love at first sight," she promises playfully. Caitlin realizes that even if they never get to do the "couples" activities for some reason, just talking to Ray and building out this fake relationship with him is amusing enough to occupy her mind and is distracting her just as effectively. That's the whole point of this, anyway, isn't it? Granted, as far as the activities go, they're meant to distract people from the oncoming storm, but for Caitlin, it's about distracting her from her own guilt and the fact that she's here at all. Ray's doing a wonderful job of that all on his own.
His response to her question sounds as sincere as he looks when he gives it and Caitlin gives him a sad and sympathetic smile. He's talking about Felicity, she can tell, but all Caitlin can think about is how she and Ronnie never really did that for one another. They never put one another first; work always came first, then each other, then themselves. Of course, one could argue that both times Ronnie had died — the time she'd thought him dead and the time he'd actually been killed — he'd died trying to protect Central City and as Caitlin was in Central City, he'd put his life on the line for hers. When one is grieving, they tend not to see things with that rosy a glow, or maybe Caitlin is just strange like that. Instead, she sees it as having been left behind, not for an unworthy cause or anything, but all the same. Sometimes feelings aren't rational. That's how she sleeps at night; telling herself that she doesn't have to connection rationality to emotion. It doesn't always work that way.
"You sound like a Disney prince," she blurts out and as soon as she hears the words come out of her own mouth, she laughs, cheeks coloring as she shakes her head and tucks her hair behind her ears. "Sorry. That's really sweet, Ray. Seriously. They should make more men like you," she adds with more sincerity.
The fact that he's throwing around her mention of a favorite food in the conversation they're trying to be overheard having is not lost on her and Caitlin gives him a little grin caught somewhere between endeared and amused. "Oh, I hope so," she says and that's genuine. Now that she's been talking about it, she's kind of in the mood for Thai.
The two of them reach the doorman and Caitlin smiles as he addresses them, leaning her head onto Ray's arm a little. Ray's answered the question asked and she's just trying to sell it. Admittedly, Ray's awkward response is probably a little kink in the hose, but that's okay as long as she looks super comfortable with him, right? Holding his hand, leaning on his arm, looking like she actually belongs there...that'll do it.
"For the couple's special, give her a kiss," says the doorman in response to Ray's question. "Regular cover is ten and two drinks."
In spite of the fact that she's heard the whole of what the man says, for whatever reason Caitlin's mind fixates on the "ten and two drinks" and she wonders ten what? reflexively, because she's just now realized that she doesn't know a whole lot, if anything, about the currency here. It takes a few seconds for her mind to catch up and the surprise registers on her face when it does: he wants them to show their affection to get in. If they were a real couple, they wouldn't think twice, but Caitlin is a terrible liar, so she hesitates, looking up at Ray to silently ask whether they ought to just go somewhere else or if they should just give one another a quick kiss and then move on like it never happened, or what he wants to do.
And then Caitlin realizes that she's the one who approached him and it's not really fair to ask him to make that call. So she clears her throat and smiles — a little awkwardly, but it's there all the same — moving her free hand up to the back of Ray's neck, a sign that she means to draw him down without actually doing so. "That's easy enough," she says, although admittedly she's perhaps trying to convince herself and Ray more than the doorman. Her chin tilts up because Ray is a little taller than she is and he can probably see an ounce of reluctance hiding behind her eyes that betrays the smile she gives him which she hopes is equal parts reassuring and apologetic. If they're going to pretend to be a couple, how hard can it be to share a quick peck, anyway, really?
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His response to her question sounds as sincere as he looks when he gives it and Caitlin gives him a sad and sympathetic smile. He's talking about Felicity, she can tell, but all Caitlin can think about is how she and Ronnie never really did that for one another. They never put one another first; work always came first, then each other, then themselves. Of course, one could argue that both times Ronnie had died — the time she'd thought him dead and the time he'd actually been killed — he'd died trying to protect Central City and as Caitlin was in Central City, he'd put his life on the line for hers. When one is grieving, they tend not to see things with that rosy a glow, or maybe Caitlin is just strange like that. Instead, she sees it as having been left behind, not for an unworthy cause or anything, but all the same. Sometimes feelings aren't rational. That's how she sleeps at night; telling herself that she doesn't have to connection rationality to emotion. It doesn't always work that way.
"You sound like a Disney prince," she blurts out and as soon as she hears the words come out of her own mouth, she laughs, cheeks coloring as she shakes her head and tucks her hair behind her ears. "Sorry. That's really sweet, Ray. Seriously. They should make more men like you," she adds with more sincerity.
The fact that he's throwing around her mention of a favorite food in the conversation they're trying to be overheard having is not lost on her and Caitlin gives him a little grin caught somewhere between endeared and amused. "Oh, I hope so," she says and that's genuine. Now that she's been talking about it, she's kind of in the mood for Thai.
The two of them reach the doorman and Caitlin smiles as he addresses them, leaning her head onto Ray's arm a little. Ray's answered the question asked and she's just trying to sell it. Admittedly, Ray's awkward response is probably a little kink in the hose, but that's okay as long as she looks super comfortable with him, right? Holding his hand, leaning on his arm, looking like she actually belongs there...that'll do it.
"For the couple's special, give her a kiss," says the doorman in response to Ray's question. "Regular cover is ten and two drinks."
In spite of the fact that she's heard the whole of what the man says, for whatever reason Caitlin's mind fixates on the "ten and two drinks" and she wonders ten what? reflexively, because she's just now realized that she doesn't know a whole lot, if anything, about the currency here. It takes a few seconds for her mind to catch up and the surprise registers on her face when it does: he wants them to show their affection to get in. If they were a real couple, they wouldn't think twice, but Caitlin is a terrible liar, so she hesitates, looking up at Ray to silently ask whether they ought to just go somewhere else or if they should just give one another a quick kiss and then move on like it never happened, or what he wants to do.
And then Caitlin realizes that she's the one who approached him and it's not really fair to ask him to make that call. So she clears her throat and smiles — a little awkwardly, but it's there all the same — moving her free hand up to the back of Ray's neck, a sign that she means to draw him down without actually doing so. "That's easy enough," she says, although admittedly she's perhaps trying to convince herself and Ray more than the doorman. Her chin tilts up because Ray is a little taller than she is and he can probably see an ounce of reluctance hiding behind her eyes that betrays the smile she gives him which she hopes is equal parts reassuring and apologetic. If they're going to pretend to be a couple, how hard can it be to share a quick peck, anyway, really?