I don't own the Flash or the song Evil Woman. Consider yourselves disclaimed.

Barry laughed as the song changed over to a ballad from the 50s. "Just don't expect me to serenade you back."

"Ooh, can you sing?"

"So I've been told, but it's a rare occurence."

Cal grinned, "I'll get it out of you eventually."

They worked in companionable silence except for Cal's singing for the next few hours - true to her word, she sang every word to every song, including rapping her way through more than one Meek Mill song. The playlist cycled back around and the ELO song that had been playing when he walked in began again.

"You made a fool of me

But them broken dreams have got to end..."

"Barry!"

His head snapped up from his microscope. "What?"

"You were singing just now!"

He colored immediately. "No I wasn't!" Was he?

"You so were! That was way more than Jeff Lynne!" Cal was grinning widely, eyes crinkling under her glasses. "You are good Barry - you should sing more often."

Her words made Barry feel warm, and he found himself unable to help the smile pulling at his lips. "Thanks. So are you."