The fact that Robert and she were having a good time was something she really didn’t expect. Especially since she came here with an ulterior motive; to find out how much he knew about Robin Hood and how far along he and Guy were on his trail. Yet she was sitting here laughing, talking, joking and yelling at a sport she loved. Why would he ever take her to something like this? A small amount of panic began to bubble inside of her. Does he know that she has a connection with Robin Hood? Her stomach turned at the thought and she shifted slightly in her seat as she observed the field. There’s no way, she hasn’t done anything to lead someone to that conclusion and the only person who she’s even asked anything about the Robin Hood case from was Guy. If anything he’d be the one getting suspicious.
 
Her phone buzzed in her pocket and she absentmindedly pulled it out of her short’s pocket to check it. The text on the front was from Guy Gibson; apparently she had missed more than one text because there were three about a half an hour apart from each other. All asking what she was doing in the evening and expressing that he wanted to meet up with her. She clicked the button blanking out the screen and sliding it back into her pocket. Why would it matter to him what she was doing? Plus she was with his partner at a baseball game. Then, a thought occurred to her; could she pit Guy and Robert against each other? Guy had feelings for her, that much was obvious… maybe he’d get jealous of Robert if she hung around him more and it would cause a rift in their ability to work together…
 
The thought floated to the back of her mind as she realized Robert was asking her the ‘truth’ question. Her blue gaze turned back to him as she watched his nod. The thought in the back of her mind now became mixed with questioning whether she could actually do something like that to Robert… he had really shown a different side to him and the side she was seeing was something she actually enjoyed… Could… could she really do that…
 
Her gaze then moved to the governor as he sat with his family and body guards pretending to enjoy the game. “He’s a bastard.” She said bluntly, her small hands balled up into fists in her lap. “I only converse with him because he’s technically my father’s boss. But he’s a bastard in my book.” Nodding, she shot daggers with her eyes in the back of the governor’s head. “All the money he gets from the city, all the help he gets from my father and all the assistants he promises his employees… it’s all a lie.” For some reason, before she could stop herself she was speaking freely to Robert as if she believed it would stay between them. “When my mother passed away in the car accident, he refused to let my father take time off. He didn’t grant my father bereavement leave and on the day of her funeral; my dad was cooped up in his office doing paperwork and couldn’t get there until after they had put the casket in the ground. ‘The city needs you’ he said, ‘Your wife wouldn’t want you neglecting your duties to the city you love so much.’ So instead he forced my father into neglecting his daughter on a depressing day and a hard week, and missing the love of his life’s funeral.”
 
Her knuckles were nearly white as she clinched her hands into fists and a single tear rolled down her cheek as she moved her eyes back to the field in an attempt to push the memory from her mind. “I hope the heartless bastard gets what’s coming to him one of these days.” She said in a soft voice before looking down at her lap with the tear slowly working its way down her soft cheek. Taking in a few deep breathes she claimed herself down and loosened the grip on her own hands. “I’m sorry.” She spoke louder this time to insure that Robert could hear her. “He’s obviously not my favorite topic.” At that she turned her blue gaze to him and pushed a smile across her face. “Truth or Dare?”