They didn't stay in the hallway for very long. Mellie mentions something about having errands to run before work and leaves. It was all kind of a blur for Olivia. The fact that her fiancé's neighbor was the woman she slept with last night kind of threw her off. Olivia and Fitz manage to finish bringing all of her boxes into their apartment before one o'clock despite Olivia's collection of designer wardrobe. Very inch of the apartment is currently covered in boxes. One of which has Liv's impressive collection of wine in it.

"I don't see them, Fitz." Olivia says a little aggravated while ripping open boxes.

"They're here somewhere, Liv. A box full of wine didn't just walk out of here." Fitz says while putting Olivia's new dishes in the kitchen cabinets. "So, what'd you think of Mellie?"

Olivia really needed that wine.

"Uh, I don't know. She was kind of in a rush. She seemed nice."

"I think you two would get along well. You're a lot alike actually."

"Really? I'm a lot like a bartender?"

"Yes. Wait, how'd you know she was a bartender?"

Shit. "She mentioned it. Before leaving for work. Remember?"

Fitz just shrugs it off before continuing to unpack the boxes labeled 'kitchen'.

"So, how long have you known her?"

"Mellie? Um, six months. Maybe more. I helped her move in. She travels a lot, so she's hardly ever home."

"You helped her move in? How did I not know about this?"

"I don't know. You don't tell me everything you do you know? Besides, you don't have anything to worry about with Mellie. I'm not her type."

"I'm not worried about that, Fitz." Olivia lets out a sigh while running her fingers through her hair. "I just really need a glass of wine." She opens a couple of more boxes and then she finally finds the one filled with wine. She makes her way over to the kitchen and grabs the bottle opener and a glass. "Do you want any?"

"No thanks." Fitz responds while taking a step back and looking at the cabinet full of glasses. "There's no way all of your wine glasses are fitting in here."

"Yes there is. All you have to do is get rid of some of your coffee mugs."

"Why do I have to get rid of my mugs?"

"Because we don't even drink coffee, Fitz."

"Youdon't drink coffee. I do. You don't even need this many wine glasses. They all look the same."

"They do not." Liv responds while finally pouring herself a glass. "If you make room for my wine glasses, I'll let you keep the TV in the bed room."

"Deal." Fitz removes the majority of his glasses to make room for Olivia's. "So, are you ready for your fitting tomorrow?"

"Yes, though I'm kind of having second thoughts about the dress. I don't know if it's the right one."

"You'd look beautiful in anything, Liv. You could walk down the aisle in sweatpants and no one would even care."

Olivia softly chuckles before taking a sip of her wine. "My mother would kill me."

The rest of the day consists of Olivia and Fitz unpacking more boxes. They end up eating dinner in bed because it's the only surface in the apartment that isn't covered in Olivia's things. As usual, Fitz falls asleep first. Olivia drinks two more classes of wine before getting out of bed and walking over to confront the source of her insomnia.

When she knocks on the door, she only has to wait about two seconds before Mellie lets her in and offers her a beer. Olivia declines it and Mellie opens it for herself before taking a long drink of it.

"Rough night?"

"Yes. Two idiots decided to get into a fight at the bar and I had to stay and fill out the paper work."

"They make bartenders fill out paperwork?"

"They do when the bartender owns the place."

Olivia's never had a good poker face so she fails at hiding her initial shock.

"You didn't think that I could afford this place on a bartenders salary did you?"

Olivia looks around the apartment for the first time. It has the same layout as Fitz's though it lacks pictures and other personal items.

"I suppose not."

"I own Last Call and a couple other bars on the east coast. That's why I'm hardly ever here in D.C." Mellie puts her beer bottle on the island in the kitchen before walking over to the other side to Olivia. "I'm glad you came over. I could use the stress release." Mellie pulls on the tie of Olivia's silk robe to reveal a matching nightgown. She takes a step closer to Liv and raises a suggestive eyebrow.

Olivia takes a step back while tying her robe. "That's not what I came over for."

"No? Well you didn't come over for a drink or more great sex, so you must want to talk about something."

"Great sex?"

"Well, I was great. You were good. You have plenty to learn. I'd be happy to teach you." Mellie ends her statement with a smirk.

Olivia rolls her eyes with mock annoyance. "I came to talk about Fitz. I need to know that you're not going to tell him about what happened last night."

"Why would I tell him about that? I have no intention of ruining your life, Olivia. I like having you next door."

"Why?"

"You fascinate me. With most women that I'm with, I'm not interested in anything but sex with them. If I can help it, I don't even want to know their names. But you're different."

"How?"

"I want to know everything there is to know about you, Olivia."

Mellie's confession stuns her. It makes her head spin and heart swell at the same time. "You can't say things like that."

"Like what?"

"You know."

And Mellie does know. She can't say everything that pops into her head. It's inappropriate. Mellie's only known Olivia for a little over 24 hours and she thinks she likes her. No. She knows and that kind of scares her but not as much as it excites her.

"I can't make any promises but I'll try to bite my tongue next time."

There's an awkward pause before Mellie speaks again. "Do you want to sit down? I can turn the TV on, though I'm sure there's nothing on at this hour."

"I can't stay. I should get some sleep. I have to be up in a few hours."

"Oh…ok."

Olivia can actually hear the disappointment in the brunette's voice. "Maybe some other time?"

"Yeah. Some other time."

Olivia walks over to Mellie's front door and leaves after throwing a quick 'goodnight' over her shoulder.

In the morning, Mellie finds herself downtown with an hour to kill. She walks by a fancy wedding boutique and when she looks through the window her heart literally skips a beat. Inside the shop is the woman she can't get out of her head. She's in a beautiful gown that fits her every curve and before Mellie knows what's happening, she's walking inside the shop.

"She's gorgeous, isn't she?"

The question comes from a woman in a black suit with a clipboard in one hand and a glass of champagne in the other. Mellie can only assume that the woman works in the building.

"What?"

"The woman in the strapless, lace gown. I saw you looking at her through the window. Are you the fiancé?"

"No."

"What a shame."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because you're in love with her."

Before Mellie can fully register what the other woman just said, she hears her name being called.

"Mellie?" The voice belongs to Olivia. Her feet have a mind of their own again because she's walking over to Olivia despite her instinct to run out of the boutique.

"What are you doing here?"

"My, um, my bike's in the shop. So, I'm…I was…I'm just killing time." She can't recall a time she's ever had this hard of a time talking to a woman. "You look beautiful by the way."

"Really?"

"Yes." Mellie looks around and notices the other women in the store trying on dresses with their friends and family by their sides. "Are you here alone? I thought this was something that you did with friends."

"They came with me last month to pick out the dress. This is just a fitting."

"Oh, ok." Mellie looks Olivia over again and she blushes when Olivia catches her. She clears her throat before speaking again. "Are you almost done here? I was going to grab something to eat. You're welcome to come along. I'd like the company."

"Yeah. Let me just change." Olivia disappears into the dressing room and the woman Mellie was talking to earlier makes her way back over. She places a hand on her shoulder before whispering in her ear.

"You're totally screwed."