He smiled again and nodded. "I'd like that," he told her. "I could maybe give you my number if you want. You could tell me when a good time for you is and we can hang out when we're not both supposed to be working," he offered. That didn't mean it was a date. Right? Would it really matter much if it was? No, not really. He sort of hoped it was, but he was pretending that thought hadn't crossed his mind.