Seth was an asshole. It wasn’t a secret and it certainly wasn’t something that was beyond Rowan Fisher. They’d spent quite a bit of time together while she was divorced but now, it seemed as though she was shacked back up with the idiot that she’d been so lucky to divorce all those years ago. To him, she wasn’t much more than someone that he slept with and at least cared about enough to know her last name but that was saying something considering the number of Sirens he’d been with. Still, he couldn’t help but feel as though they had some unfinished business since their affair ended so abruptly. Seth recognized that his gang members had shot her but it didn’t change anything in his mind so when he saw her around town, he hadn’t hesitated to approach her in the street. 

“Well, well, well, she lives, eh? Lookin’ good, Ro, well-- for ya know, dying not too long ago,” he half-grinned. Truly, he felt bad for the woman. She shouldn’t have been the target. Had he been there, the Thanes themselves would’ve been on his list not some former Old Lady. Who the fuck gave a shit about her in the grand scheme of things? Honestly, it was a personal move and one that the Trojans couldn’t fucking afford. And if they were to survive the war, they weren’t going to be fighting Kane’s bullshit vendetta or anyone else’s for that matter.

Maddox had been woken up in the middle of the night by his mother’s frantic calls. She’d been sick for a year and visited the emergency department in Olympus more times than Maddox could count at this point but it didn’t get any easier. He was still sick to his stomach, worried this would be their last trip, and usually after about an hour or two in the room with his mother, a nurse would usher him out to grab some coffee or get some fresh air. Being that the Hart family were regulars, you’d think that it would be easier to find the way to the cafeteria. Admittedly, Maddox knew he was a little lost but being lost seemed a bit more appealing than sitting with his mother and letting anxiety eat him alive. 

Peeking around another hallway within the emergency department, Maddox got strange stares from patients and nurses but he continued anyway. Eventually, in a hospital, all hallways led to coffee. “Coffee anyone?” he asked to anyone that would listen, immediately meeting eyes with Rowan Fisher. “It’s like you all want us to get lost,” he half-smiled at the doctor in recognition. He’d known Rowan for some time now and she happened to be one of the only doctors he’d come to like in Olympus. 

Since it had been such a slow day, Tony figured he could attack the mound of paperwork that had been sitting in his office for well over a month now. It was nothing urgent, but a part of him knew that he should get it over with sooner rather than later. He had been holed away in the office for a little over an hour when he heard the jingle from the bell on the front door of the shop. For the most part, Tony knew each customer that walked through the door. After living in Sallybrook for about 7 years, he’d come to know pretty much everyone living in town. After all, when you’re the only car shop within an hour of Sallybrook, no one really has a choice whether they use your services or not. So, when a new face walked in the door, he couldn’t help but do a double take. “Anything I can help you with?” he asked, trying to keep his curiosity from bleeding through his customer service smile. “You, uh, you look like you’re having a rough day.”

The days dragged on and on during the lockdown, which didn’t surprise Logan. Even with all of his optimism, he knew that there was little hope the Haunt would pass without great event. Growing up in Sallybrook gave even the happiest of residents a gloomy mood this time of year, and it rang true in the halls of the church. He had been given little time to get ready to be being a room leader, though he wasn’t exactly sure what could have prepared him for bickering roommates and a general sense of displeasure at being confined in the halls of the church.

One resident that caught his eye was Rowan. A relatively new face in town, Logan hadn’t interacted with him much past a few hellos in the bakery and the same kind greeting he gave to each member of his room when they arrived. However, Logan couldn’t help but notice the man’s frequent trips out of the room. The sign out clipboard was covered in his name, and it was beginning to appear worrisome. Logan couldn’t help but hear Alice’s worried voice ringing in his ear, reminding him to be wary of unusual activity. As the man approached once more, Logan offered a gentle smile and handed him the clipboard. “Hey, Rowan, can we...talk outside for a moment?” he asked, already feeling too much like a schoolteacher about to scold a student. As soon as they made it out of the room and the door had slammed shut, he took a deep breath and spoke in barely a whisper. “Are you feeling alright? You know we have medicine if you need anything,” he said, hoping the man wouldn’t take offense. 

After I Can See You dropped, she wasn't exactly surprised to receive multiple calls and texts from Rowan about it. It wasn't like anyone would find them out- she'd been extra careful in her lyrics to not leave any clues - she knew her fans were fucking detectives, and she didn't need that story coming out right now. Even more than that, she knew Rowan didn't need that coming out, and even though she'd literally been sleeping with him for the entire first leg of her tour, she didn't want his marriage to break up, especially not because of a sexy single she wrote at 3AM once.

Despite the fact that she was on break, she'd been scheduled to perform at the fair, of course, thanks to her label. Gemma, ever careful, would've preferred if they could've met up at her house or somewhere else, but she didn't want to drop that single and then deny him the opportunity to talk to her, so she'd texted him to come to her trailer, knowing there were no watchful fans who would be back there, and anyway, all the trailers basically looked the same, it wasn't like anyone would pick up on it- she hoped. She'd returned to her trailer after she'd gotten her glam done, although she was still clad in sweats because she had time until she had to go onstage.

Try as she might, she couldn't ignore the flipping of her stomach as she thought about seeing him again for the first time since they'd come home. She tried to focus on the present, for the performance, but her thoughts kept creeping back to all the nights they'd spent together - his hand pushing the strap of her shirt down, her hand pressing her room key into his palm. Jesus, she had to get it together before he showed up. She snatched her phone off the vanity to text him, typing out a quick "Hey, I'm back in my trailer, come whenever. I don't go on until 7:30."