Excuse me?" I said, palms down on the Formica tabletop. "Coffee? I thought we came here for pie. " "I don't eat the kind of pie they serve here. " I felt a flash of heat go through my stomach. I knew firsthand the kind of pie Ranger liked.
You can't come back to TV for two months. It's too short. You can't start anything. It's too much of a tease and there's really nowhere you can go.