That night when the kiss happened is still something that's quite perplexing Sydney. Somehow, she managed to totter off to her bed without playing it over and over in her head or analyzing it to death, although that was probably because she was bone tired. And she did tell Shelby the next day and they talked about it endlessly the way girls do. But she had not talked about it with Harry though, and well, how do you bring it up without being awkward anyway?
Besides, they've been spending a lot of time hanging out together since then. That is if you could define 'a lot' as an odd day or two a week, since work has always been busy for both of them. Usually it's during weekends, like this Saturday.
Sydney perched on the arm of the sofa, sipping on the wine while eyeing the box of files on a desk. "Yeah, I can see that." She said sympathetically. "And I am definitely not up to cooking, so...what should we get?"
Normally, she wouldn't mind cooking but Syd was too preoccupied trying to not think that the last time she came back from a trip was when the kiss happened. She was mentally insisting to herself that it isn't the same at all and to stop thinking about it while trying to look completely normal. It was kind of hard, but nothing a grown, professional woman like herself couldn't pull off. Right? There are far more stressing things at work where she manages to look cool and collected!