Crichton/Babs
"Maybe. Maybe it's all in my head," Crichton shrugged. "No offense. But uh, Vegas. Good food. Beautiful girl. Definitely seems too good to be true. And if I've learned anything over the past couple of years, if it seems too good, it is. Or it doesn't last."
He wasn't trying to be cynical, more realistic.
John chuckled when she commented on dating, nodding slowly and sitting back, staring at her. He was tempted to make an off the cuff request but thought better of it. She didn't seem like that kind of girl and he was still too much of a gentleman to ask. Nah, didn't want to ruin a good thing. So he looked back at his plate and shook his head.