Bill was in his office staring at a picture of Karen on his desk. He was not one to have many personal items in his office but this was his favourite picture. A black and white photo of her taken just days after their engagement. She looks so alive and happy, he thought. These past few months had not been easy on them, especially Karen who seemed worn down and tired. She definitely did not seem happy with their current situation. Bill regretted his earlier conversation with her. He did not want to come off as upset, he just felt caught off guard and when he tried to call her back she didn't answer her phone. Bill just wished he could tell her how much he loved her. He's always loved her ever since their first date.

At exactly 7:30 there was a knock on Karen's door. She opened it to find an well-dressed Bill standing on the other side.

Hi," she said breathlessly, all of a sudden becoming nervous. Bill just looked at her unable to take his eyes off her. Her hair was let down and she was wearing a beautiful, black knee-length dress.

"You look beautiful," was all he managed to say. Karen blushed while grabbing her keys and practically whispering a 'thank you'.

Upon arriving at the restaurant they ordered drinks and sat at a table near the back that over looked the beach and the setting sun.

"This is beautiful Bill," Karen awed while looking out the window.

"I discovered this place when I first moved to L.A," he grinned. This intrigued Karen for she has just assumed he was a native of California.

"I didn't know you weren't from around here," she smiled. "Where do you hail from Bill Buchanan?" When he told her that he was originally from Colerado Karen's smile grew even wider.

"I'm from Colerado, well Denver to be exact."

"Me too-born, raised, and graduated."

"Class of..?" Karen asked, excited that they had found a connection other than work.

"1972...wow, I suddenly feel quite old," Bill laughed. He look at Karen patiently.

"Class of 1974," she said lowering her head. "You're right, I suddenly feel old." The two laughed and carried on light conversation for the duration of dinner. They discovered that they shared much more than just a place of birth. The two loved to sail during the summer and during the winter headed home to enjoy the downhill slopes. After dinner Bill took Karen for a walk down the beach. He remembered how beautiful she looked, with one hand holding her shoes and the other constantly brushing her hair back from the breeze. This, he thought, is something I could definitely get used to.

Bill looked up at the sound of his office door opening to see Chloe's head pop in.

"The results are in. Morris has them downstairs." Bill thanked her and told her he would be down in a minute. He checked his phone once more to see if there was a message from Karen-there wasn't. With that he straightened his tied, pushed his memories aside, and headed out of his office. Bill only hoped he could keep Karen off his mind long off to analyze and make a decision regarding the current situation. Though he knew from past experience that when it came to his wife, trying not think about her was an impossible task.