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Seb: If you would have told him a few months ago, he would be getting ready to have Margot over for the...second? Third? For multiple times in one week -- he probably wouldn't have believed it. He really had thought, after everything, this chapter in his life was done. That all the feelings, good, bad, and anything in between, were out of his system. But here he was, pulling on his plain white t over his form fitting jeans, waiting for her arrival. Hearing the bell, the man smirked as he made his way to the door. Opening it up, he leaned on the door frame, looking down at the blonde. "Acolo e fata mea" he said in a low voice, there's my girl. "Seventeen minutes on the dot. Impressive." he said, smirk on his face, teasing tone in his voice. "You wanna come in, or you just gonna stay on the stoop all night?"

Blake: Things had been good since coming back to New York for the holiday's. At the end of the day, Blake couldn't deny that she'd been missing this house. Her kitchen that she'd specially designed for all her baking needs, the master bedroom's cozy atmosphere, lighting a fire in the fireplace as the snow fell, her family being all together. It was heaven. But more importantly, she couldn't deny that she'd been missing Ryan just...being Ryan and being there most of all. He had this way of making her feel things ten times more then any other person ever could, she'd never been able to exactly explain it. But as nice as it was, things weren't normal...even if they felt like things were lately. She knew she was probably to blame for that. Between the holidays and the kids, she'd let herself get wrapped up. Truth was, part of her just wanted to forget /everything/. But she knew it was only a matter of time until her brain would no longer let her do that. Blake was pulled from her thoughts though, when he'd entered the room, "Hey," she said with a smile. She couldn't help it. Even now, even after everything they were in the middle of going through, her stomach still managed to do flips when he entered a room. The blonde had to fight every urge in her body to just curl up next to him and have him hold her. "Um.. I didn't really have a plan when I said we should talk," she said with a slightly embarrassed chuckle when he sat. She was normally the prepared one, but with her mind all over the place, that wasn't true this time. "I know I've been probably giving you whiplash -- especially these last few weeks, and I'm sorry" she told him as she tucked a piece of long blonde hair behind her ear and slightly biting down on her lip. "I don't mean to do that. I don't mean to be sending such mixed signals, I know that's not fair or easy on you...especially with things on social media..."

Minka: Looking herself over in the mirror, the dark haired woman applied her lip gloss before tossing it in her bag. They were going to be leaving soon, so the pair had decided to have a night out on the town in the City before doing so. Slinging her bag across her body, and placing her hands in the pockets of her high waist slacks, the actress made her way out to find Jake, tossing her hair over her shoulder a she made her way through the apartment. "Hellooooo," she called out "Mr. Gyllenhaal, where are youuu...?"

Katie: Katie wasn't an idiot. She knew something was up. They'd drove to Napa earlier in the day, and had talked about pretty much everything under the sun during the six hour drive it had taken to get here. They'd spent the day doing what the blonde loved to do the most, eat and drink. And she couldn't have imagined spending it with better company. This were easy with Chris. She could be herself with him, something she didn't always find so easily to do, especially with people in their industry. And he seemed to like her, take actual interest in the things she was saying, rather then just the way she looked, which usually she didn't mind. But then again, she hadn't really been in a monogamous relationship in she didn't know how long, so she wasn't even used to noticing things like that -- but with him, she did. They'd just gotten back to their room shortly after dinner when he'd said that they needed to talk. Anyone who was anyone knew that those words were very rarely followed by good news. "Ohhhkay," she'd replied, sitting on the white couch in the room, tucking her feet under her, her long dress spilling over her legs. "Shoot," she said with a shrug, trying to keep her look as neutral as possible.