So, Kate bustles through her office, picking up file folders and wearing a pin-stripped top with a ruffled neckline. She runs right into Claire --who, for what it's worth, I can not stand, for no real reason other than the fact that I find her deeply unpleasant and unnecessary and also I think she has incredibly bad posture and I hate her face -- and rattles off a long list of lawyer-y sounding instructions. Claire is all, whatever, and tells her that she's got a "walk-in." On The X-Files, that meant something entirely different, but I imagine that Claire would have specified if this walk-in was an otherworldly creature who had dropped by to steal Kate's ova for nefarious scientific purposes. Kate's, like, "I am really, really busy," and while I love Alicia Silverstone and I think this role is perfect for her in a Cher-Horowitz-grows-up kind of way and she's really just adorable, she's not the most believable lawyer in the world. A matchmaker? Yes. But a lawyer is a bit of a reach. Because when she says "busy," I don't hear "deposition, deposition, legal brief, trial, trial, settlement meeting," I hear, "manicure, pedicure, haircut and highlights, sale at Barneys." Not that there's anything wrong with that. I'd skip my own grandmother's funeral for the Barneys sample sale. Okay, not really. But, while at the funeral, I would probably spare a thought or two for the shoes I was missing. Anyway, Claire is all, "This guy really needs your help. Please." Kate, clearly stunned that Claire has a heart, tells her to show the client into her office. Well, not really. She just sort of pouts adorably, but the pout clearly means, "Sure, show him into my office."

So Kate meets with said walk-in, who is hot, hot, hot. He shoots her the sad, lonely eyes and fiddles with his wedding ring and tells Kate that "Melanie was [his] one true love," and since she died, he's been utterly bereft. Kate makes her sad, sad puppy dog face and wonders if he's sure he wants to "jump back into the dating pool." "That's just the thing, Miss Fox," Hottie McTakeOffYourPants says. "Call me Kate," Kate says in a tone that means, "And call me anytime you like." Hottie Smokingstein then tells her that he doesn't want to date just anyone. After everything he's been through, he says, he wants a woman who's "ready for something more. Who's grounded. Established in her career. Someone who wants a family." Kate blinks, thinking she's hit the Yenta Jackpot: hot, sensitive, clearly willing to commit, respectful of career women, ready for kids. Bingo! I mean, if you're into that kind of thing. Which, if you're taking notes, I am. Call me, Hottie!