“Unless your boyfriend would disapprove.” Very smooth segue. She just smiled. “Do you have a boyfriend?” It doesn’t matter if you do; I’ll...make you forget all about him soon enough. “Do you?” “Have a boyfriend? No!” He said tersely, standing straight up but instantly pulling back his mounting annoyance seeing the impish grin curling on her lips. Oh, she's got jokes huh? “Do you want one?” Bree continued. She liked that he didn’t get all crazy when she asked the boyfriend question. It meant he. After a few minutes, he realized why it was so familiar, and knew exactly where this had happened. Not even concerned about anything else at this moment, Det. Vega grabbed the greeting card and hopped in his car, heading towards a place dropped in on about once a month for com-plaints- The Delta Iota Kappa house.* * *August 2208:15pmUCLA- Nolan Fine Arts HallIt was only the second time he had done this, but Freddie Benson was already running late to walk his girlfriend from her theatre class.. Anyway, I sat in my car in the parking lot, took out the red nail polish I'd just bought, and started to paint my nails for the first time. It was trial and error, I'd paint one okay, mess up another, remove the polish from that one, start over, and the car was thick with the fumes of the polish and the acetone remover. But by the time I was done and all the nails were a nice shiny red, I'd learned a little bit about the technique, and as I started driving away I couldn't take my eyes off my. " Midnight? Have I been asleep that long?" he asked looking at his watch."Well you were asleep when I got in." (true). "So I decided not to wake you and went on to bed. (not true). "But I woke up and thought I heard something down here so I came down and woke you up." (another lie)."So how's your friend's mom?" About the same. I may have to help out again, if that's okay with you." Of course. Hey, not to change the subject but I've been thinking about -- you know what you said you'd like to.