Elizabeth finishes up a few things at the front desk before taking off for the night. She's wearing a horrible blue shirt that looks like Laura Ingalls Wilder cut the sleeves off one of her prairie dresses. "Burning the midnight oil?" Romano asks, pleasantly. "Not if I can help it! How are you doing?" she asks. "Well, thanks," he replies gruffly.

Dr. Diego intrudes on this moment, making Romano the meat in his sandwich with Elizabeth. "Is this where the cool kids hang out?" Diego asks. "Not if we can help it," Elizabeth grins. Romano takes one look at Diego and slowly backs away; Diego and Elizabeth waste no time closing the physical gap his departure left. Diego flirts outrageously with Elizabeth about how she owes him one. "What do you want?" she asks, leaning into him. "A foot rub," he replies. Elizabeth searches for a snappy comeback, but she's too turned on, so Diego picks up the slack: "I'd settle for coffee." Elizabeth considers, and then whispers, "I have to be home in an hour. And there's nothing fancy -- no coconut-frosted double javaccinos..." she trails off. Diego nods and wiggles his eyebrows all over the place. They're a sex toy in and of themselves. He's going to make her reconsider the coconut frosting, if you know what I mean, and I think you do...I'm talking about ejaculatory fluid, if you get my drift. They take off, Romano watching them very pointedly. "'Night, Robert," Elizabeth says happily, trotting off in her big black strappy hooker shoes as Romano slowly advances back up to where they were standing, piercing their backs with his sad gaze flecked with something...lonely and yearning and even a little lost. I swear, Paul McCrane gives things nuance that the ER scribes can't even imagine.