Seth stared at Summer for a few moments. She still looked the same as she did in high school, except older. She still had long dark hair and her petit features. Seth felt as he did back in high school, his palms started to get sweaty and his throat became sore.

"Excuse me, sir, could you have a seat?" Summer asked. She was confused as to why this man who she had never seen before was staring at her. "Sir?" she called out again until he came out of his trance.

"Oh, sorry, I was thinking I needed to get something on my way home," he responded nervously.

"Ok, well could you please have a seat?"

Seth made his way over to the seat across from Summer. She sat down and smiled with him and then whipped out a binder. She then reached into her desk and pulled out a sharpie.

"Sir, I need your name so I can write it on this binder," she said as she took the cap off the sharpie.

"It's Seth Cohen."

He was a little disappointed when he didn't see her head shoot up like Taylor's did. Just play it cool, Seth, you're older now. And what were you thinking, thinking she would remember you, Seth thought to himself.

"Hi, Mr. Cohen. I'm Summer Roberts."

"I know," he spat out. He didn't mean to, it was just as if he became the same nervous teenager around her. "The lady at the desk told me, if you were wondering." Seth, that was a close one. Now remember just be cool. You were on the cover of Forbes for Christ's sake. Stop acting fifteen and try to act twenty-six.

"It's ok Seth. I figured Taylor would have told you, she just can't keep her mouth shut. You can't tell her anything without it being all over the office in a matter of minutes," Summer said giggling.

"Yeah, she looks like she could be a handful," Seth said in his play-it-cool voice.

"She is, but she's a great girl. And speaking of girls let's try to find you one, so Seth what kind of woman are you looking for?"

"Well age isn't really a factor, but I don't want someone too old. And she would have to be kind, smart, and artistic. I can't help it I like artistic women; I do draw a comic book after all," he said laughing.

"No problem, I'm sure there's a woman in here that fits your criteria," she laughed nervously. Summer never laughed nervously. Usually with guys she was confident and sexy, but this guy was a different story. Every time she laid her eyes on him she would get a weird feeling in her stomach, but she just brushed it off.

"Well, that's good right?" he asked.

"Yeah, of course it is, you'll probably have a girlfriend in no time," she laughed so nervously she snorted. Her cheeks then flushed a bright red and she covered her nose with her hands.

Seth laughed. She was still the same, cute girl after all these years. "If that's the only kind of snorting you do, then I'm ok with it."

"So, Seth where are you from?"

"Well, I was born and raised in Newport. But then I went to college—"

Summer cut him off. "You grew up in Newport. You must have gone to Newport Union, I guess."

Seth couldn't believe that she didn't remember him in the slightest. After all these years he still remembered her, but she didn't remember him. She didn't even remember that he was the geeky brother of her best friend's boyfriend.

"Actually, no, I went to Harbor. I graduated in 2006."

Summer's mouth dropped open. Now she remembered where she had seen him before. She knew when she looked at the cover of Forbes she remembered that name. She was surprised that Marissa didn't say anything about Ryan's brother being on the cover of a magazine.

"You're Ryan's Brother, Seth, right? Your dad was head of the Newport Group after Caleb died, right," Summer started to get excited. Ever since she moved back to Newport after college, she never saw any of her old friends anymore. The only people she knew who went to Harbor where Taylor and Marissa.

"The one and only," he said acting like the fact that she remembered him wasn't exciting.

Summer laughed again. She had never really talked to Seth, but she remembered sometimes when she and Marissa would come over he would be sitting by himself playing video games. Sometimes she wanted to invite him out, she always felt bad that he didn't have any friends.

"Well, Seth, I'll review your file and then I'll call immediately as soon as I have a match," she said anxiously.

"Yeah, thanks. Will I need to come back to the office?"

Summer thought about it for a second. She knew she would usually just tell the people when and where to meet the person and they wouldn't have to come in unless they were looking for a new match.

"Yes, you do," she knew he wasn't supposed to come, but she wanted him to.

"Bye Summer," he said as he walked out the door.

Summer smiled for a second. She couldn't believe she'd acted like that with a guy. She had acted like she was back in middle school, giggling because a guy said that she was cute. Summer picked the picture of Peter and her off the desk and threw it into the trash can.

-X-

"Marissa are you sure this is the right one to wear?" Summer asked her best friend while staring at herself in her mirror. After work Marissa said that she, Heidi, and Taylor were taking Summer out for drinks to get her mind off of Peter.

"Summer, I'm sure. You have to look as hot as possible. You just came out of a major breakup, you need to look awesome," Marissa said smiling at her friend.

"I know, but shouldn't I have a few days to grieve?"

"No, just get drunk and forget about him. That's what I used to do in high school."

"Hmm, key words Marissa: in high school," Summer laughed while tugging the neckline of her dress lower.

"I'll be in the car. Come out when you're done," Marissa said while she walked out the door.

Summer ran from her mirror into her home office. She went to the giant bookcase that she had standing on the wall and picked up her yearbook. She flipped through the pages until she landed on Seth's picture. Now she remembered why she didn't recognize him. His curly hair was completely gone, and his wasn't as skinny as he used to be. Summer heard Marissa honk the horn to her car, and she quickly threw the yearbook down.

Summer hopped into the passenger seat of Marissa's Range Rover. As she climbed in Marissa noticed that there was something different about her. It was almost as if she was happy, and Marissa hadn't seen Summer actually happy in months.

"Sum, are you okay?"

"Yeah, Coop, I wasn't doing anything in my apartment if that's what you're thinking," she laughed guiltily.

"Ok, I guess you weren't doing anything then," Marissa laughed. Something was up with Summer, there always was when she would do her guilty laugh.

Marissa pulled in front of the club and handed her keys to the vale. She grabbed Summer's arm and led her into the club. Marissa rolled her eyes at Summer's ongoing rambling. She always rambled when something was up.

Once they were inside the club, Summer immediately walked up to the bar and ordered a shot of tequila. She never liked that drink, but now she needed something strong to keep her mind of off Peter.

"Hey, Sum, maybe you should start with something lighter. Tequila isn't so good for breakups."

Summer rolled her eyes at Marissa, but she agreed when Marissa offered to buy her a beer. Summer grabbed the beer from Marissa's hands and walked over to where everyone was dancing. She began to dance and let go everything that Peter had said. She was enjoying herself; she was dancing with Marissa, Heidi, and Taylor and she was actually having a good time. She was smiling and laughing, until she saw something she definitely didn't need to see.

Over in the corner of the floor she saw Peter and another girl. She moved closer to see who he was with, once she moved closer she still couldn't see who it was. She inched so close she was sure Peter would see her. Finally she was able to get a glimpse of the girl, only to find out it was that same nurse from the morning.

"What the hell are you doing Peter?!" Summer yelled at him.

"Summer, we broke up, I can hang with any girl I want to," he slurred. Summer could clearly tell he was drunk.

"Why the hell are you here with that skank?" she yelled as she pointed to the nurse.

"Summer, I've been with her for awhile now," he slurred. Summer could tell her wasn't supposed to say anything because the nurse's eyes started to get wide.

"What the freaking hell Peter! No wonder you wouldn't sleep with me, you were too busy getting sloppy seconds from this slut."

"I am not a slut," the girl interrupted. She, like Peter, was also clearly drunk.

Summer called for Marissa to come over. As Marissa was walking she saw that she was carrying a martini. Once Marissa stood next to Summer, she grabbed the drink from Marissa's hands and threw it on Peter.

"You ass!" she yelled as she ran out.

Once she was outside the club, she sat on the curb and began to cry. She didn't know why she was crying over Peter, he had cheated on her with that hoe of a nurse. There probably wasn't even a car crash; she probably wanted to pull him into a supply closet and make him drop his pants.

From behind her, Summer could hear footsteps. She knew it was probably Marissa, but she did hear the clacking of her heels.

"Summer, are you okay?" the voice called to her.

She turned around the figure and gave them a smile, she knew now that the person was definitely not Marissa.