Aaron glanced at Joy as they walked away. "Was it something I said?"

She shook her head, and sipped her latte. "No, I think it's me, actually. James and I slept together lo these many years ago--"

"--color me surprised--" Aaron muttered, and grinned when she kicked him in the ankle.

"--and I think Mort's a little unsettled by it," she continued, as if he hadn't spoken. "I mean, you know me. Do you mind if I flirt heavily with you?"

"Mm." Aaron rested his chin on his hands for a moment, then shrugged, and unzipped and removed his jacket, draping it over the back of his chair. "Well, as long as we don't actually get back together, I'm okay with that."

"Cool," Joy said, and leaned over to kiss his cheek. "You're a doll, Aaron, thanks."