Log, Ocean's Eleven: Neil D & Lin A
After the disastrous double date, watching people get married by Elvis was a welcome distraction. Neil thought it best if he just left Sam alone from now on, let her move on with her life, with Cris, eliminating himself and Mere as added stresses. He hadn't spoken to either of them since and he didn't think he would. He and Mere hadn't talked about what happened either; the car ride home was a silent one. He knew he should be reassuring, knew he should comfort her, but the entire situation left a bad taste in his mouth and he couldn't find the right words. And so, he said very little. He apologized, because he was good at apologizing, but there wasn't much more than that. He didn't want to think too deeply about what had happened, and he certainly didn't want to discuss it. Not yet.
He couldn't tell Louis. Louis, who he needed to check on, who was still in that damned basement. But Lin wouldn't judge or throw a fit, and he didn't think he would push either. Yes, distractions were good. And there was absolutely nothing about possibly drunken strangers getting married.
Dressed in his version of casual, nothing like what he'd tried for in the park, Neil decided to walk from his office instead of taking a car or a cab. The weather was nice and he didn't mind the exercise. Walking, too, was something of a distraction. Step after step, and he was expecting to find Lin waiting for him outside. The Lin he remembered, at least, he'd forgotten about the fact that he could become a girl; it was strange, but no stranger than anything else here. Still, at first, he wasn't looking for a girl. The one he did see, in the striped dress with the headphones, she got a polite smile before his gaze went elsewhere.
Just for a second. Then he looked back, did a double take, and tipped his head to the side. "Lin?"