Who: Booth and Brennan What: Booth can't avoid her forever When: Evening Where: Buffet Warnings: TBA, maybe language
Booth had been doing a spectacular job of avoiding his partner. She'd completely shot him down, and since they didn't have any real reason to be together like they might if they were at home, he'd taken his wounded pride elsewhere. Mostly it was to the Children's Ward. After meeting Max and still holding out hope that his son might eventually show up there, he'd taken to hanging out there. He liked to check up on the kids, make sure they were eating, take them out and let them have a good time before they had to go back. He wasn't big on the teenagers because they didn't seem keen on him, but the younger kids seemed to enjoy his attention and it gave him something to do.
What Booth couldn't avoid, however, was his hunger. He needed to eat. So he took his grumbling stomach and went to the Buffet. He passed through the turnstile and picked up a tray. It bothered him that he'd grown used to not reaching for his wallet to pay every time he went to get food. But it was the curse of having everything out of your control. Sure, he could starve himself to death, prove that they had no power over him, but what good would that do anyone?
He set his tray down on the counter and took a plate off the stack. It was still hot from the dishwasher. He moved toward the salad and put a little on his plate before moving toward the roast and mashed potatoes. With both on his plate, he turned around, only to find himself face to face with his partner. "Uh, hey... Bones. How's it going?" Awkward. Very awkward.