At California University, it is a relatively short day of work for Tim as it mostly involves going over notes and some footage for scouting.  He is thankful for the short work days now as soon it shall be back to the grind with the incoming semester and practices.  While his assistant coaches are busy elsewhere, Tim stands in line at Pink’s Hot Dogs in Hollywood.  Standing with him is someone on a lunch break.

Tim: Aren’t you afraid of being late for work?

Gabby: Nah.  I told the Doc it could be a little longer.  He loves me.  I think he has a crush on me.

Tim: I guess charm isn’t without its perks.

Gabby: Hey, it comes in handy when I know I’m gonna be standing in line here a while.

Tim grins.

Gabby: Have you been able to get used to everything yet?

Tim: I could ask you the same thing.

Gabby: Touche.  I mean, how are you?

Tim: Still a little weird, but…  It’s not as bad as it was.  I get to see my friends again after pretty much exiling myself.

Gabby: I was exiled, but not by choice.  I still should have been there for you though.

Tim: I think this is new territory for all of us.

Gabby: Yes and I imagine it probably sucks knowing that most of us might be in the mood to go to SheBar.  You know, that place you’re not allowed in.

Tim shrugs.

Tim: They have their rules.  I respect it.

Gabby: Yeah, but right after we have this big thing about being a family and sticking together, we all go across the street and leave you behind.

Tim: Gabby.  It’s okay.  I’m not offended by women going to an all-women’s bar.  Plus, I’m sure we’ll still get together for Family Nights and the Radar parties at the Planet.

Gabby: How about the other stuff?

Tim: Work?

Gabby: No.  You know exactly what I’m talking about.  The stuff we don’t mention to the others?

Tim: Oh, that.  I’m not going to be in it tonight.  I’m just there to watch Dana do her thing without being in the way.

Gabby: Aw, I was looking forward to the Brown Bird and the General Wilde going at it tonight, or at least hearing about it the next morning.