No.

"I don't want to get work mixed in with my personal life. If I see you there, it'll just make me want to leave."

"And if I come after on Friday?"

"There's no telling how late I'll be working that day, that's why I don't want to promise you that we can hang out in the first place."

"Why didn't you just lead off with that, dummy?" She patted his now complete back and then let out a huge sigh.

"Fine. Go to work, you working man. I'll see you some other time."

"What about tomorrow? Or literally any other day than Friday?"

"I can't, Kaitlyn. I've got work. I'm a hard working man and blah blah blah they need me there." She teased in his voice. He turned around.

"You're a little turd, you know that?"

She was smiling. "A little turd who can apparently fuck you up in a fight. You went down with two hickeys and a back scratch."

"Oh yeah? Why don't I prove you wrong?"

"Calm down there, buster. Your scratches are fresh. I don't want you breaking them open."

"Then why don't I bake you a pie?" He suggested.

"It's late."

"Honey, it's like 9. 9 is pie time. Please? Can't I at least do that for you?"

"Is it going to be apple cinnamon?"

"Yeah, sure. I'll go and pick up the ingredients."

"Don't." She said. "I actually picked up pie stuff earlier. I figured it would've made a nice after-sex food, you know?"

"Odd choice, but I'm not complaining."

As they started on their pie -- trouble in paradise arose elsewhere.