It was obvious Bentley didn't want to talk about his watch. Instead, he changed the subject.

"So, did you have fun at Ella's party?" Bentley asked. He took another bite of his sandwich. He reminded her of a cute little chipmunk with his cheeks puffed out like that.

Sara started to feel a bit grumpy. Maybe it was because he looked so good. And it was a harsh reminder how unavailable he still was. The fact that he was mentioning Ella didn't help.

"I had fun," she said. "I also slept really well. I'm told I had a bodyguard all night."

She watched his reaction carefully.

To her disappointment, the expert of poker face kept his mask of concealment firmly in place. She couldn't detect the slightest trace of emotion.

"It was dark. You didn't leave me much choice," he stated.

Sara inhaled air sharply through her nose. "Of course you had a choice, Bentley." Gawd his name was fun to say out loud. "Why didn't you just leave me out there? You pissed off Ella, you know. Besides, I was perfectly safe. Ella's neighborhood isn't exactly a scary place."

Bentley finished his sandwich. He picked up his drink and chugged it. He seemed to be purposely stalling. Finally he spoke. But it wasn't the answer she wanted. "Just drop it, okay? I had the earful from Ella already this morning."

Erna scurried over to clear away his dishes to the sink.

Sara glared, wishing he would open up to her. Her phone beeped. She pulled it out of her back pocket.

-Tux is ready. Can't wait to see what you're wearing tonight. Bra and underwear again? I liked that look on you! ~Kurt

The message was followed by a red devil emoji.

Sara set down her phone. She was starting to feel uneasy. Maybe seeing Kurt wasn't a good idea? Erin and Pam had already warned her.

She looked up. Bentley's eyes snapped away from her phone. Oh my gawd! What a snoop!

Sara giggled. She held her phone up in her hand, shaking it from side to side. "Were you looking at my phone?"

Bentley shrugged his massive shoulders. He crossed his arms over his chest. "Don't care."

The liar. A second ago he DID care. Obviously he'd failed to see who had texted her.

"So, uh, what are you up to tonight?" he asked casually. He fingered a napkin on the table.

Sara swallowed. Should she tell him? She studied his expression.

He had his eyes down, fixed on the napkin in his hands. Again, his expression was unreadable.

"I have plans," Sara said. She smirked at him, knowing full well her answer was vague.

Bentley's eyes snapped up. He stared hard at her. Challenging her to answer.

She leaned back into her chair. She couldn't help it. She started to giggle.

"What?" Bentley asked, seemingly annoyed.

"My plans," Sara said. "Look, it's embarrassing. And none of your business. I don't want to share."

He cocked his head to the side. "Does it involve running around your house in the nude?"

Sara gasped. She playfully swatted his arm. As if she could ever dent that hard muscle.

"No it does NOT!" Sara hissed.

He cracked up again. His bell-like laughter filled the entire kitchen. As he laughed, he crinkled up his eyes. Sara saw her mother had been right. He did have a tiny dimple in his cheek. The fuzzy feeling filled up her heart again.

The two androids stood silently blinking beside the kitchen door like silver guards.

Sara thumbed her phone. She really didn't want to tell him. A part of her wanted to lie. But she felt, for some reason, she couldn't lie to him.

"I have...a date..." She said the words as slowly and as softly as possible. She kept her eyes fixed on the table in front of her.

From the corner of her eye, she saw his jaw clench.

"Oh...wow. That's uh...that's nice," he said. His voice sounded really funny now. He cleared his throat.

Sara closed her eyes. She waited for the million dollar question. She didn't have long to wait.

"So...uh...who's the lucky guy?" There was definitely a trace of jealousy in his tone.

Sara managed to open one eye. "It's...it's Kurt," she confessed.