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“Gina.”
“No. Go away. I’m not your pity date.”
“Gina…”
“No. You wanna get a date, go out on the street for five minutes. You’ll have a date.”
Eventually, Trudy left to meet with friends; she’d asked if Gina wanted to come; Gina shook her head, only to receive a promise of being dragged out next time. Tubbs left with a hum and twirl for what was undoubtedly the hottest of his series of hot dates, which nobody wanted to hear about. Castillo evaporated to go do whatever superheroes did off the clock. Even Switek and Zito finally left for the movie marathon they’d been bickering about for the last hour.
Gina finally looked up when the box hit her desk.
“Now why are you here?”
“At least open the damn box.”
She tore the paper off and lifted the lid. “Chocolate-covered strawberries? You found… chocolate-covered strawberries at 6:30 in the evening, on February 14.”
“It’s good to be the guy with the hookup.”
“...and if these are pity chocolate-covered strawberries, then thank you, but no thank you.”
“Not a drop of pity or any other illegal substance, sweetheart. C’mon, let’s go out.”
“No.”
“I’m that terrible an option?”
“You can’t convince me that you of all people in South Florida… maybe the Eastern Seaboard… couldn’t get a date tonight.”
“You’re right.”
“Thank you. Was that so hard?”
“First choice, lady, not my last resort.”
Gina looked up. Stared. Grabbed the nearest large tan hand and held it against her forehead, still staring. “Yeah… LSD doesn’t feel like this, but did you put something in my coffee today?”
“Does that all translate to ‘I don’t understand you’, darlin’?”
“Nadie en la Tierra entiende Sonny Crockett… when you don’t want them to, pal.”
“I heard you might be free this evening. And we may never have another one of these. And I’d rather go out with you than with anyone else tonight.”
“Why are you like this…?”
“All I can tell you is there’s a better way to check for fevers, by the way.” He kissed her forehead. “Whatever’s wrong with me, you’re fine.”
“You want me to call Raimondo’s and see if Nick will give us a table?”
“Gina, it’s not fair to tease the poor guy like that.”
“I guess not.”
“Skee-ball and banana splits?”
She fingered the depth of hand-cut paper lace, the heart that was a line on red paper. “I’m amazed you know how to make something like this.”
“I don’t. You were going to get a drawing with something on the back. Turns out Izzy’s not such a bad teacher.”
She opened it and closed it, with a thoughtful face. "You know, Sonny, I think I do have something for you."
"Hang on, I gotta brace myself."
"Yes, you should." She reached up around his neck and smooched him, thoroughly.
“I don’t need one damn day to remember the way I feel about you. P.S. ‘Gina’ is still my favorite four-letter word.” — Sonny
