Why in the world are all these women winking and grinning at him? Maybe he should ask Arsenal what the deal is. Of course, considering what Bea just did, it's probably better that he keeps this to himself. Probably.

Moving to stand beside her - her lip gloss tasted just like coconut - Grant glances at the woman, then looks away again toward the giant Christmas tree in the middle of Union Square. "Actually, I think that's pretty much it. I was thinking about maybe getting her a plant or something, but...well..." Again, his voice trails of.

Bea is much better at coming up with gifts than he is.