"He'd tell you he's almost five, but really, it's another six months away at least," Hotch said and then sighed with relief as the all-important cereal was tucked into his cart.
He looked at her properly, he had trouble meeting her gaze for some reason, at work... and he watched her now to try and understand. She was out of her scrubs, and somehow looked softer, sweeter.
"I see you're as acidic out of work as you are at work," he muttered.