Gibbs was having a helluva good day. really the best in months if not years. He had a weekend all to himself, he's used to working on weekends, but this time it seems no one decided to die or do anything criminally stupid, so he's just taking the day to himself, going to the hardware store to get himself some wood, becouse we all know a man can never have enough wood.

He's strolling around, as one does, looking at the different types, enjoying the bliss of the distinct smell all hardware stores seem to share. it also seems quite empty and quiet, which he really enjoys so it seems to be his lucky day. nothing annoying bugging him, just perfect alone time.

He turns a corner, finally finding the specific section he was looking for. he picks up the couple pieces of wood that he wants, continuing a little, as he passes a woman also looking at the wood and looking very very confused and uncertain, and for some reason something compelled him to lend a helping hand, stepping next to her.

"You need help choosing, miss?"