<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">Gen merely shrugged at Oliver’s question of how long it’d been since she’d last had a meal, but the comment on her ass brought a newly rare smirk to her lips and she reached for a pair of her own chopsticks. Even they brought back memories of Nathan though, and she gave them an annoyed little frown while she unwrapped them and broke them apart. How many times had the three of them (or four if Oliver had a girlfriend at the time) laid out a spread of Chinese food, then shared all of it? It had mystified her at first, this tradition the men had of laying out a ridiculous amount of food, then cherry-picking from it and not bothering with plates. It had come to be fun to her swiftly. How often had one of them just showed up with Chinese after a particularly difficult day and the three of them had sat around, eating and talking? They had even sympathetically sat and listened to her complain about her production crew a couple times. And just how many times had she or Oliver tried to teach Nathan how to use chopsticks, only for him to get pissed and spend the meal stabbing everything so he could eat?<br/>
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It was nice to have a familiar meal though, even if it did remind her of her lost love. Oliver’s presence, while partially a cruel reminder of his best friend, was oddly comforting. He’d always been teasing and warm toward her. She’d never felt odd around him or excluded for being the best friend’s girl. Nathan had even taunted her a couple times for getting along with his attractive partner. It’d always garnered him a good-natured slap on the arm that was quickly followed up with a kiss to remind him who she loved. Because she had. Gen had only had feelings for Nathan, but it didn’t mean she couldn’t appreciate good form when she saw it.<br/>
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“Yes, I’m cleaning everything out today…” Gen replied just as quietly to Nathan’s question, her brown eyes lifting from the chopsticks to meet his gaze. Her chopsticks reached out to a piece of the General Tso’s while she sighed and tried to figure out how to best go about everything she had to tell him. She needed to vent a little first though. “It’s hard, you know? We’ve lived here three years, Oliver. I never realized how much…well, shit Nathan has collected over the years.” She paused to shoot him a smirk as she popped a piece of the chicken into her mouth, chewing before continuing, “I’m serious, too. I found a cup full of pennies in his sock jar that were only dated from 2012. I have no clue what was up with that.” Nathan was so…weird sometimes. But she’d loved how goofy and quirky he was. For all she knew, he’d collected the pennies for a prank he never got to pull. She continued to pick around at the food while she spoke, taking little bites between words so she could talk and eat, “And the man has more T-shirts than should be legal. I’ll show them to you if you want any, I don’t think his parents would mind if you took a few. Honestly, you'll probably find some of your own in there.”<br/>
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Reaching for her beer, Gen took a sip and decided she needed to get to business. Oliver didn’t need to hang around anymore than he wanted and she figured she might be keeping him. Plus there was the added fact that it was after 8:30 and without her night owl boyfriend to demand she stay up with him, Genevieve had gotten used to early bedtimes once more. “Anyway, I think the strangest thing I’ve found is the folder of pictures in his office,” Gen stated, gaze sharp on Oliver to see how he’d react to her description. She was curious to see if he knew what they were about, “Pictures of cars, mostly…and the people driving them. There’s a couple of the front of some warehouse, too. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say they were surveillance pictures from one of your cases, but Nathan wouldn’t bring something like that home.” He might have been goofy and fun-loving, but Nathan had been rigorously by the book when it came to his career. She decided to go for some of the lo mein and picked up a carrot, “I also found a couple odd items mixed in with his clothes I want to show you.”</span>