She's blushing, just a little, as Michael charms her. Tim's gone on break, and based on the worried shape of his feelings, he's talking to his wife. It's easier for Caleb to focus on him than on the artificial textures of Michael's flirting, the ill-fitting puzzle pieces of his lying, or the slightly slimy fluttering of the woman's butterflies. He frowns, sort of shuddering, but finally, the woman agrees, and finally, finally, she leaves.

Caleb has a little bit of a wrinkle in his nose by the time Michael comes back.

"That was gross."