Liv and Russell are lying in bed. He came home yesterday from another away game. He took her out to dinner. They had to pick something quaint and small as fans are finding themselves hounding him for autographs wherever they go. Liv knows that comes with the territory but she doesn't have to like the intrusion. They are in the spooning position.

Russell can' tell if she's awake or not. He starts to nuzzle her neck with kisses. Liv doesn't react. He starts moving his hand to travel down her stomach, "Good morning babe!"

Liv takes a breath, she moans at the contact of his fingertips, "Don't you have a team meeting this morning?"

"Yes, I do but making love to my wife seems like a good enough reason to be late. Don't you think?" He says as his fingers begin to enter her.

"Come on, you are going to be late," Liv says.

He turns her over, on to her back, "Last night was hot. You can't blame me for wanting to continue it." He says as he starts placing kisses in between her breasts. He looks up at her, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong. It's just...I don't want to start something we can't finish. That's all," she answers unconvinced.

"You weren't really into it last night either," He says with a hint of anger in his voice.

Liv tilts her head, "You just said last night was amazing now I wasn't' that into it. Which one is it?"

Russell gets up, sitting up on his side of the bed. "I don't want to fight. It's just that you've been off since we got here."

"What are you talking about?" She asks defensively.

"We talked about this before I signed the contract. You said you were okay with us moving back to the states. We decided we would start working on a baby. I hate that you will have to be here so much by yourself but.."

"And you think a baby is going to fix that? I think that sounds a little backwards. You want to have a baby so I can raise it alone while you are on the road," Liv points out.

"Damn, you know what I meant," he says now angrily.

"We have a 6 bedroom house with no one in it but me and you. One baby is not going to make this horse seem any less bigger."

"So what are you saying? You don't want to have kids until I end my career. I have good then years left on me Liv. Just so you know if you are calculating what makes more sense. We've been married a year, it makes sense for us to start trying." He says getting up. He looks for his boxers to put on.

"Don't belittle me. You know that's not what I am saying," Liv says. She gets out of the fumbling for his shirt to put on. She buttons up the shirt. She stares at him. "We just moved here. I need to get back into the swing of things. I have to start looking for a job, although Abby is sure she has me one already and…"

"What do you mean you have to start looking for a job?"

Liv looks at him confused. "A job...a place to go to work 5 days a week. That 3 letter word you have that can also be described as livelihood. Like what you have, a job."

He can see she's ready for battle, "I make more than enough money. You don't need to work. You already know this."

"So you want me barefoot and pregnant."

"Do I want to start a family? Yes I do. And you know that. Would I rather you be at home? Yes, I would."

"Do you know how incredibly selfish you sound right now? Women have been working and raising kids for decades. I didn't go to college and the experience I have so I can sit at home and wait for you to deposit into my checking account or figure out which credit card I can use that day."

"Why are you picking a fight with me? You know you don't have to live that way. You know you can have what you want when you want it. Me providing for you is what I should be doing.

"This is not a conversation we should be having while you are on your way out of the door. We will talk about this at another time,"Liv announces.

He walks over to her, pulling her closer to him, wrapping his arms around his waist. She reluctantly relaxes in his arms. "I am sorry okay. We will talk about this later. ButI I am not changing my mind about this."

She pulls away from him, "Then don't tell me you are sorry if you don't see how sexist and chauvinist you are being right now."

He shakes head, "Most women would love to be pampered and not have to lift a finger."

"I am not most women," she reminds him.

"No you are not but you are my wife and..." he announces.

"You are treating me more like your child Russell and I am not your child. I am your wife and I told you before we came back here that I wanted to get a job. What is the big deal? I had a job when you met me?

Russell takes a berah, looking at her, "I don't want to argue with you."

"I am not arguing with you either but you must know, we are having dinner with a potential job prospect for me," Liv announces.

"When did you set this up?"

Liv, looking annoyed, "I didn't set this up. Abby told me her boss was looking for a fresh architect and designer for his new restaurant and she suggested it to me. She wants us to all have dinner together, you know an ice breaker of sorts."

"When is this dinner?"

"Well we were thinking in a week, next Saturday. I know you'll be home that weekend. It's a good time, I think."

"I don't like that you and Abby are planning things behind my back," Russell says.

Liv closes her eyes, "This isn't behind you back. That's why I am telling you. I just want to see what he has to say and what this position could be and we go from there. Would you do it for me?"

He pulls her close, trying to smooth things over. "Babe, I'm sorry okay. We can go to this dinner as long as it's not the same night as the dinner that Coach Levy is planning for the team and their wives and girlfriends."

Liv gets out of his grip, "Sounds like you have been planning something behind my back."

"Coach mentioned it a couple weeks ago and I forgot to mention it," Russell says.

"Well, I can't miss this dinner with this potential job either," Liv answers.

"Well I am new to the team. It will look bad if I don't show up," Russell says.

"I didn't say you couldn't show up," Liv answers as she walks around the room, preparing to take a shower.

"I am not going to a team dinner without my wife. Do you have any idea how it's gonna make me look?"

"You want me to play the basketball wife. I want you to be a supportive husband," She says as she walks into the bathroom, locking the door.

Russell shakes his head as he hears the shower start to run.

Fitz is sitting in his office with his head hitting the back of his chair. He is deep in thought. He can't get that image of Olivia out of his mind. He keeps telling himself that it is not Olivia but his heart keeps telling him it is.

"What has you so deep in thought?" The voice said.

Fitz looks to see his Uncle Cyrus standing at the door, "Uncle Cy what are you doing here?"

"I am in the city on business. Thought I would come check on my favorite nephew, plus I promised my sister, your mother, that I would."

Fitz gets up, going to the wetbar. "If I could only stop her from worrying," Fitz says as he pours a glass of scotch for him and Cyrus.

"She's your mother, what else would she be doing but worrying about you," Cyrus says.

"I am going to go visit her soon. I just have a lot going on right now," Fitz tries to explain.

"You don't have to explain it to me. You have to explain it to her. Plus she knows how little you can stand being around your father."

"Enough about Fitzgerald Thomas Grant II," he says as they both take a seat. "What's going on with you?"

"Well, you won't believe it. Georgetown wants me to be the Department Chair for their Law School. I came out here for an interview," Cyrus explains.

"My Alma Mater, wants my cut throat uncle to be head of their law school," Fitz says with a chuckle.

"That's exactly why those bastards want me," Cyrus grins widely. "I am cut throat and I'm ruthless. Who better to teach the art of being a cold-hearted bastard to young minds than me?"

"I remember when they had you guest lecture that week. The classes were so stoked to have you there. I mean after all, you got Garrett Huntley off for embezzlement and everything else and the bastard was truly guilty."

"Of course he was but Prosecution was weak and not fast enough for me."

"What's he doing now anyway?"

"Who?" Cyrus asks.

"Garrett," Fitz says.

"Actually, he's about to go to jail again. But he will probably make it stick this time. Poor dumb little fucker," Cyrus says. "You know I really loved teaching those classes. I am sincerely thinking about taking it. James got that job at the New York Times so we are moving anyway," Cyrus explained.

"James will be working for the Times," Fitz shakes his head. "Very nice." Fitz takes a long look at his uncle, "It would be nice to have you here."

"I think so too. I just hope I have some students that will challenge me. None of them were like Olivia. She knew how to challenge your argument. I was always surprised she didn't go into law. She would have been a badass," Cyrus says. He doesn't know how mentioning Olivia's name is fresh in his mind right now. He can tell Fitz is deep in thought. He shakes his head, "I didn't mean to mention her."

Fitz is staring into his drink, "That's okay. She's been on my mind a lot lately."

"Why? Besides the obvious," Cyrus says.

"I think I am losing it. I swear I'm seeing her everywhere. I could have sworn I saw her at the Wizards game the other night on the television. I thought I saw her in my neighborhood. I've been talking to Abby, she's been talking about things that makes me think of her. I don't know why," Fitz looks frustrated and beyond confused.

"What would she be doing at a basketball game?' Fitz asks.

"I have no idea but I swear it was her Cyrus….or maybe I wanted it to be her."

Cyrus shakes his head, "I am sorry about everything. I wish I could have done something."

"There was nothing you could do," Fitz says.

Cyrus is deep in thought, "Maybe she is back in the states. Is there someone you can find out from?" Cyrus asks.

Fitz goes to his window, "Like who? I'll sound creepy after all these years. Me, a married man, with a kid, asking about his ex-girlfriend's whereabouts that she obviously doesn't want me to know."

"She wasn't just your girlfriend Fitz. She was the love of your life," Cyrus answers.

Fitz lets out a breath he didn't even know he was holding, "Who hates my guts Cy. I will never forgive myself for what I did to her," Fitz says. Cyrus is about to speak when he stops him, "Don't try to make me feel better. At the end of the day, it was my call. I broke her heart."

Cyrus looks at his watch. "I have to go to lunch with the President of the college. How about dinner or something?"

"How about you come over for dinner tonight? Mellie would love to see you and Teddy loves to be spoiled and that's all you do when you see him," Fitz says.

"That's what Great Uncles do and then leave their bad behaviors to their parents."

"Dinner at 7," Fitz rolls his eyes playfully

"Sounds good. Give me the new address," Cyrus says.

"Okay and I'll put your name at the security desk."

"Thanks," Cyrus says as he heads for the door. "Listen if Olivia is back maybe the stars are writing a new story for you."

"I doubt it, I killed this book before it ever really got started," Fitz says as Cyrus leaves, closing the door slowly behind him.

Liv gets to the door. She sits there coaching herself, like a self-help guru. She knows what going in this house is going to be like. She hates it before she even gets in there. She considers turning around and just not doing it.

"Do you hate visiting us that much?" The voice says behind her.

She quickly turns to see her father standing there, "Dad," she says softly.

"Yes! I'm sorry if I disappointed you," Eli says.

"Can we go inside?" Liv says.

Eli walks past her, as he unlocks the door. She can hear the voice of her mother, her twin, from the distance, "Eli, is that you?"

"Yes it is me and someone else I found hanging around the porch," Eli says as Liv comes into view.

"Livvie, you didn't say you were coming today," Maya says.

"Well, it was kind of a last minute thing. I had to get out of the house and do something," Liv answers.

"So, we were a last resort," Eli says.

Liv rolls her eyes. Maya tries to advert the argument before it becomes one, "I am sure she didn't mean it like that."

Liv doesn't even bother to defend herself. This has been her relationship with her father since she graduated college. They don't see eye to eye on anything. And if truth be told, she resents him and her mother knows it. Eli answers, "I am sure she did."

"Well, I can just go," Liv answers sharply.

"No, don't leave. Why don't you have some lunch with us?" Maya suggests. "Plus, your cousin will be dropping off some stuff for me soon. He would be so happy to see you."

Liv looks in Eli's direction and then back at her mother, "I haven't seen Harry in forever," she says.

"That means you will stay," Maya says.

"Yes, I will stay," Liv answers as she moves toward the kitchen island, taking a seat on the stool.

Maya looks between the two of them, "I really wish you two could find a way to talk to each other, forgive each other, for whatever the hell happened all those years ago."

"I don't have anything to be forgiven for," Eli announces.

"Eli," Maya scolds.

"You don't think so," Liv says curtly.

"Protecting my daughter, I will never be sorry for that," Eli says.

"Oh is that what you call controlling my life," Olivia answers.

"Can you two not do this?" Maya says as she looks at Eli. She desperately wants to change the subject, "Are you all settled in the house?" She asks Olivia.

"Yes, we are settled...for the most part. A few more things need to be delivered but we are settled, I guess."

"I am so excited you are back. Now you and Russell can fill that big house with babies. I think this is a good thing," Maya says.

"I guess so. But we aren't ready for that right now. I am looking for a job. I am getting my portfolio together. I need to get myself out there. Abby thinks she may know of someone hiring," Liv announces.

"You've been married a year. That's the perfect time to start a family," Maya says.

"It's not a perfect time for us. I have to get used to this new normal and I kind of have to start my career all over," Liv reminds them.

"Well, I mean you have a very successful husband," Maya reminds her.

"What does that have to do with my career?" Liv asks. She's more than annoyed at the insinuation.

"You have a good man who's going to be raking in money," Eli says.

"So I am supposed to be a kept wife," Liv asks.

"I don't think that is what your father means. It's just you don't have to rush into anything," Maya says.

"Because my husband makes enough money for the both of us," Liv wants clarification.

"I wanted my daughter to find a man who would be good for her and to her. You don't have to work," Eli says.

Liv gets up from the island. "You are such a hypocrite," Liv says.

"Olivia," Maya says.

"I had someone who was good to me and good for me. You made him feel worthless the entire time we were together. He wasn't going enough. He was spoiled and rich in your eyes. Not to mention he was white. But most of all, you didn't want me to throw away my life, my career, my school on him. You were so sure that the moment I graduated, I would forget school and run to be his wife. Fitz wanted me to pursue my career and schooling and you…"

"He broke up with you, because he thought it was best. I think he did the right thing," Eli says.

"And is it doing the right thing for me to stay home and be barefoot and pregnant. That's okay now because my husband makes millions. It's okay to throw away my career to be home now because he suits your taste," Liv asks.

"I will not be disrespected in my house," Eli stands up and says to her.

"Okay," Olivia says as she grabs her purse and she starts to leave.

"Eli you go after her right now," Maya says.

"No, I will not have my daughter speak to me that way."

"You ran her away once, I am not going to let you do that to me again," Maya says as she goes after Liv. Maya goes out of the house running after Liv, "Livvie please come back."

"I need to go. I have a few more things being delivered today. It's best he and I don't break bread together right now," Liv says. The tears in her eyes are noticeable.

"Honey, please! I am sorry for everything and I am sorry for everything I don't know that I am sorry for. You are home and I want to enjoy that."

Just then Harrison drives up. He gets out the car coming toward her, "There she is," he says, tackling her and picking her up.

"Put me down," Liv laughs.

"Nope," Harrison says, spinning her around.

"Harrison Wright, put me down," she laughs.

He does, taking a good look at her, "You look good. I didn't know you were coming by."

"It was kind of a surprise but I have to go," Liv says.

"Come on Aunt Maya is probably whipping up something good," he says.

"You know I did," Maya answers.

"No, I better go. We need to hang out soon," Liv says.

"And you are going to take me to a game soon," Harrison says.

"That's the only reason you want to hang out," Liv laughs, punching his shoulder.

"That's a little bit of it, but at least I'm honest," he says.

Liv pulls him in for a hug, "I've missed you."

"I missed you too Cuz," Harrison smiles.

Liv reaches for Maya, giving her a hug, "I love you too Mom. I do."

"I'm sorry about earlier," Maya says.

"It's not your fault," Liv says as she gets in the car. Eli watches from the window as she drives away.

Harrison looks at Maya. He knows something is wrong, "What happened?"

"Her and Eli got into it and she hightailed it out of there," Maya answers.

"They've been fighting about the same thing for almost 10 years, Grant," Harrison says.

"Yes, but I don't know why."

"Liv has always blamed him for Fitz breaking up with her," Harrison says.

"But it wasn't Eli's fault," Maya says, confused by the accusation.

"That's not what Liv believes," Harrison shrugs.

Maya takes a breath, "Did my sister send everything I need?"

"She did, let me get it," Harrison says going back toward his car, "Do you have enough for me to take doggie bags?"

"Freeloader," Maya says, laughing, as she goes back in toward the house. She looks at Eli with a look of irritation and she keeps walking toward the kitchen.

Fitz is sitting in his office when Charlotte knocks on the door, "Come in," he says.

"Do you want me to order some lunch?"

"Yes!" He says, sitting up from his chair, "Can you get me the Meaty Palmer sandwich from DCity Smokehouse? Get the side of mac and cheese and collard greens and a beer," he says.

"Barbeque," Charlotte says confused.

"Yes," he answers.

"Yes sir. I'll probably have to pick it up."

"That's fine. I am waiting on Huck anyway," Fitz says.

Charlotte turns and leaves. Fitz starts to smile as he remembers that same night they had barbeque.

"Can I taste it?" Liv asks.

"Taste what?" Fitz says as he eats a hush puppy that is just like a party in his mouth.

"Your beer," Liv says.

"You know I can't do that," Fitz says.

"Why not? Liv asks, pouting. She knows he would give her anything when she does that.

"Because you are still a minor and your dad would kill me if he knew I was giving you beer," he laughs.

"Who's going to tell him?" Liv asks as she scraps the top of his hand gently with her nails.

"Come on, don't do that," Fitz says.

"Do what?" Liv asks cheekily. She lifts her foot under the table. She's never been more grateful they are at a secluded table as she rubs his crotch with her foot.

Fitz bites his lips, "That!"

"Just a taste," she winks.

He passes the beer to her, "Just a taste," he says as sternly as he can. The circular motions she's doing around his balls has him fighting to not scream out.

She takes the beer and wraps her full lips around it, taking a sip of it. Fitz can swear it's the sexiest thing he's ever seen or maybe it's that he's close to coming in his pants, "Damn," Fitz says.

She quickly moves her foot, stopping the torcher, knowing it won't help. "This is delicious," she says with a giggle.

"One day, I'll get you for that," Fitz says. His face is semi-flushed with hues of red all over.

"Will you?" She licks her lips, getting another sip.

Fitz pulls it away, "One sip," he says. He pulls her closer to him, "I love these lips."

"These lips can do a lot of things," Liv says sexily.

"I bet they can," he stretches his neck. He squirms in his seat. He's hard and now is not the time for it.

She pulls in, kissing him soft and slow, "I love these lips too."

"And they love you," he says as he kisses her back softly.

"You know there are other things we can do with our lips...even if we don't, you know….," she trails off.

"I know that," he smirks. He knows she's a virgin but he has yet to find out what kind of experience she truly has. "Have you ever?" He asks cautiously.

"I tried once, with my ex Edison but I couldn't do it. It felt wrong with him. After that, he didn't want to have anything to do with me," she admits. She looks at him, "Have you ever?"

For some reason he felt guilty for his answer. He wished he could have waited to let his first taste of a girl, a woman, be her, "Yes I have, once," he says, looking at her. He drops his head in almost embarrassment, "Amanda Tanner, we were exclusive in high school. I cared about her. My friends were calling me a pussy because I hadn't done it. Homecoming dance, I did it. I didn't enjoy it because I suppose I knew she wasn't mine forever." Liv can't help but laugh. He looks at her, are you laughing at me?"

"No, I'm laughing at us," she traces those lips she loves to kiss. "We both believe in the traditional true love and romance and saving the best, for the best."

"Yes we do," he says. He can't help but lose himself in her eyes. "I would never break up with you because you wouldn't give it up to me or put your mouth on me. I would never make you do something you weren't ready to do."

"But I am ready," she says.

"Soon Sweet Baby, Soon!"

She looks at him, blushing, he's never used that endearment before but she loves it. She bites her lip smiling, "I can't wait," she says as they kiss hot and heavy.

Fitz comes out of the memory. He hates himself right now for being pulled back into this. "What are you doing Fitz?" He says to himself as Huck knocks on the door. "Come in," he says.

"I got that footage for you. I took a few screenshots," Huck says as he pulls out the pictures. He passes them to him.

Fitz looks at the photos. There's an immediate lump in his throat, "It's her. It's definitely her."

"She didn't buy the ticket. So, she knew whoever gave her the tickets. Her name wasn't placed anywhere. But I can tell you, she was sitting in the family/basketball wives section."

"I don't know if she's married or divorced or still goes by Pope. I don't know," Fitz says sadly.

"I can do some more digging but I don't know where to start. You said the last she heard she had left France and you don't know where from there," Huck reminds him.

Fitz is just staring at her picture, "I thought I was seeing things. I thought I was going crazy."

"What do you want me to do next?" Huck asks.

"Keep digging although I may….," Fitz stops himself. "Keep digging."

"You got it," Huck says as he leaves.

Fitz runs his hands across her picture, looking into those doe eyes that would make him weak at the knees. The small smile that's on her face with those beautiful lips he could never get enough of kissing "You are here," he whispers.

Liv is working in the house. She gets a call from the security desk. She tells them to let the person received a bouquet of roses earlier, of course, from Russell. Just simply saying, I'm sorry. She texted him to tell him thank you. She goes through the door to wait for Harrison.

She opens the door to greet him. He gets out of his car, "Damn girl, do you live in a special kingdom or something?"

"Would you keep your voice down? How did you get my address?" Liv asks laughing.

"Your mother gave it to me. She wanted me to come check on you," Harrison says.

Liv shakes her head, "Come in," she says as he can see she's been unpacking some boxes. "How did you know I would be home?"

"Man this is Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous, the Black Edition," Harrison says looking around at the swirling staircase. She's laughing at him. He finishes, "I didn't know. I took a guess. Auntie told me to check on her baby."

"I'm fine Harrison," she says. She knows he tries to joke around when she's upset, especially with Uncle Eli.

"Same shit, different day with him huh," Harrison says.

"No, more like, now that I am black sports royalty, I should be kept."

"Kept as in," Harrison says confused.

"Kept as in stay home and stay pregnant and give him chocolate heirs," Liv says.

Harrison looks at him surprised, "Shit, he said that."

"Not in so many words but I can read between the lines. I was almost a lawyer, remember," she reminds him.

"Dads will be dads," Harrison says. "You still believe he's the reason why…"

"Yes, I believe it."

"But you're happy right. I mean Russell is good peeps. He got you living right, like a queen. Cause if he doesn't I will beat his ass all over DC," Harrison says.

"He's fine Harrison," she answers dryly.

Harrison has always been good at reading her. "Everything is cool, right?"

"Yes everything is cool," she answers quickly.

"I better be going then. I'll tell auntie you alright. You know, I don't know if you've been keeping up with him but you know he's here in the city. He moved from the West Coast," Harrison informs her.

"Who?"

"Chick don't act like you got amnesia, Fitz." He can tell she was caught by his words.

"Last I heard he had gotten married. I didn't want to know who she was so I didn't try to find out."

"He's got some restaurants here. A few businesses. He's pretty big around here," Harrison says.

"Well good for him," Liv says softly.

"DC is as small as it is large," Harrison reminds her as he goes toward the door.

Liv gives him a hug, "Thanks for the tip."

"Hang out soon," Harrison says.

"Soon," Liv smiles as she says goodbye and closes the door.

She watches as he leaves. The truck with her office furniture drives up as he leaves. She comes out to meet them. She is waiting for them to get parked. They get out and start opening the back of the truck and preparing to unload.

The delivery guy says, "You are Mrs. Emory."

"Yes, I'll show you where to go. This is the last delivery, thank goodness," Liv says.

"Okay it will take us a few minutes to get the desk rolled out," he says. "Do I need to move the truck a little. I know we are blocking your driveway."

Her phone rings, "I need to take this," she says. "You can stay parked here, my husband won't be home for a while," she says going further back inside.

Fitz decides to drive by her house one more time. Hoping he could catch a glimpse of what he thinks is her again. If that was her on that screen, it's probably her here. Fitz sees her little frame turn with the phone to her ear. He parks his car. He knows this is the worst idea but he's going to do it anyway.

He gets out of the car, noticing the nice furniture they are unloading. He looks on the mailbox to see Emory on it. He wonders if that's her married name, if it's her. He's brought out of his haze by the delivery guy, "Do you live here? Do we need to move? She said her husband wouldn't be home so it would be okay."

"Her husband," Fitz says.

"Yeah," the guy says as they keep unloading.

"What's her name? If you don't mind me asking?" Fitz says. He knows it sounds creepy and he's looking creepy just coming to her house this way.

"Are you the FBI or something?"

'No, I just thought she looked very familiar," Fitz answers.

"We all look familiar to someone," the delivery guy walks away. He gets a call. He answers, as he goes back into the truck, "Yes, we are on our last delivery, Olivia Emory," he says.

Fitz walks toward her door. He knows he shouldn't but he's going to do it anyway. He can hear her voice. It's definitely her, "Yes Russell, I told you I loved the flowers."

Russell has been trying to smooth things over all day, "I wanted you to know I was listening. I was being ass but I was listening. But I can't help the way I feel about this either."

"Well I guess we have a problem," Liv says.

Fitz is just drawn to her voice. He can't believe she's standing that close to him. So close that he could just reach out and touch her. Instead he stands there frozen in fear and excitement that she's there. He decides he should at least ring the doorbell but before he can, the delivery guy is behind him with a chair, "Excuse me," he says.

"I have to go Russell," she says walking back toward the door. "The chair goes that way," she says, pointing towards the open office door.

Fitz was this close to leaving. He had stepped out of view. He needed to figure out what to do. A better way to approach her. He decides it's now or never. He finally gets the nerve to say it, to say anything, "Livvie," he utters.

She turns around, almost falling over. It's like it's all a dream. He's standing there. His blue eyes looking through her. She feels naked, afraid, excited, scared, all at the same time. There is one minute of silence as they stare at each other. The hold that had her throat finally let go, "Fitz."

He steps into the doorway, "Hi!"

Liv looks at him. She shakes her head in disbelief. Her first instinct was to run to him and then she stopped herself. She feels like her legs are going to fail her. She simply responds, "Hi!"

They meet...face to face!