Seth walked out the front doors of The Bait Shop, eyeing his paycheck. It hadn't been as much as he hoped, but then again, he hadn't worked much lately. Regardless, it was enough for the art supplies he needed. He made his way to the parking lot, and got into the Range Rover. He began the drive home and his thoughts immediately drifted towards Summer. Sitting on the passenger seat of the Rover was Seth's art book with the sketches of the characters for the comic. He had lied to Summer earlier about not having her sketch, well it wasn't completely a lie. It wasn't finished…at the time. But hours later, it had been completed and the image seemed seared into Seth's brain. He drove almost unconsciously, knowing the streets of Newport Beach like the back of his hand. About five minutes later he parked the Rover curbside, and looked out his window at Summer's house. He wasn't sure exactly when he decided to go to Summer's, but he was here now and he might as well go in. Seth grabbed his notebook off the passenger seat and got out of the car, heading towards the front door.

Making it into the house was easier than Seth expected and before he knew it, he was standing outside Summer's door. He raised his hand to knock on the door and in an instant, pulled it away, turning on his heels and taking a few steps in the other direction. Almost as quickly as he had chickened out, he had regained his confidence and turned again, facing the door. He quickly lunged towards the door and knocked on it before he could think himself out of it.

Summer: (From Inside) Coming…

The doorknob jiggled and the door slowly opened, revealing Summer.

Summer: Cohen…you're at my house.

Seth: Um…yeah.

There was an awkward silence between the two as Summer shifted her weight between her legs and looked at Seth.

Seth: Can I um…come in?

Summer: Oh, yeah…right.

Summer moved out of the way and Seth walked into the familiar bedroom. He immediately walked over to Princess Sparkle and picked her up.

Seth: I think Captain Oats is lonely without her.

Summer stood in silence for a few seconds before quickly moving towards Seth and plucking Princess Sparkle out of his hands. Summer returned her to the nightstand and looked up at Seth.

Summer: What are you doing here?

Seth: Um…I'm sorry for just showing up like this. But I thought we should maybe…talk.

Summer: About what?

Seth: Well, I wanted to show you this…

Seth removed his notebook from under his arm and flipped to a page in the middle, offering the book to Summer. Summer looked down at the page in awe.

Summer: Oh my God. That's amazing, Seth.

Seth: I was a little worried that you wouldn't like it.

Summer: Are you kidding? I mean the boobs are a little big, but…

Summer looked down admiring herself for a second, and then got a playful look on her face.

Summer: …I mean, aren't they?

Seth smiled and looked down at the floor.

Seth: Look, I just came to say that I know we've done a pretty good job of avoiding each other since I came back, but we're working together now, and we'll be spending time together. I just don't want things to get…weird.

Summer: You think they will?

Seth: I don't know. I'm not saying I want them to, I'm just saying, late nights…close quarters, things could happen, and…we wouldn't want to do anything…or, I don't know…I just think we should both think about it, and…

Summer: Cohen, you're rambling now.

Seth: Yeah, sorry.

Summer: Don't worry, Seth. It will be strictly professional.

She seemed to do a decent enough job of convincing Seth, but convincing herself was going to be the problem. Another awkward silence filled the air as both their eyes continually darted around the room. Suddenly the sound of a ringing cell phone was heard coming from Seth's pant pocket. He quickly reached in, digging his phone out, eager for anything to get him out of this awkward situation.

Seth: (On Phone) Hello…hey Ryan, what's up?…tonight?…oh, ok…well, I'll be home soon, then.

Seth flipped his phone shut and looked at Summer.

Seth: Apparently my grandpa is coming over for dinner tonight, so I should…um…go.

Summer: Yeah…okay.

Seth nodded, but didn't move. Summer was standing between him and door, and began to wonder if she was blocking his path. She quickly took a step to side and Seth seemed to snap out of whatever daze he had found himself in.

Seth: Right, so…I'll see you later then.

Summer: Yeah.

Seth moved past Summer and walked towards the door. He stopped briefly and looked over his shoulder.

Seth: Bye.

Summer managed a smile but didn't say anything in return. Seth walked out of Summer's bedroom, and then out of her house, giving a small wave to Summer's legal hallucinogen addicted step-monster.

At the Cohen's, the doorbell rang through the house. Kirsten was in the dining room finishing up with the dressings on the dinning table.

Kirsten: Sandy, can you get that?

Sandy let out a groan and removed himself from his seat on the couch. He straightened his shirt and ran a hand through his hair before swinging the large front door open and painting a smile on his face.

Sandy: Caleb, Julie…so glad you guys could make it.

Julie stepped through the threshold, leaning in and giving Sandy a small kiss on the cheek.

Julie: Oh, you know we'd never miss one of Kirsten's dinners.

Sandy: Actually, I cooked…

Julie: Oh, well…

Julie's voice trailed off, and Sandy eyed Julie unconvincingly as she pushed her way past him and met up with Kirsten in the dining room. Sandy turned his attention to Caleb who had stepped into the house. Sandy shut the door and extended his right hand out to Caleb.

Sandy: Caleb.

Caleb looked down at Sandy's hand, as if pondering for a second. Eventually he reached out and shook Sandy's hand.

Caleb: Sanford.

They both turned and walked into the house.

Sandy: You know, you really should be nicer to me. I am your lawyer, after all.

Caleb: Almost six months later, and I'm still wrapped up in this case. You can get juvenile delinquents out of prison, but you can't get these charges dropped?

Sandy: You're beginning to sound like your wife.

Caleb: Sometimes she knows what she's talking about.

Caleb walked past Sandy and into the dining room. Sandy stood back for a few seconds and then followed him in, lingering in the doorway. Caleb approached Kirsten immediately, leaning in and giving her a kiss on the cheek.

Caleb: Hello Ki-Ki, how are you?

Kirsten: I'm fine, dad.

Caleb: Good.

Julie: Kirsten, do you need any help in the kitchen?

Kirsten: Um…I don't know. Sandy?

Kirsten motioned towards Sandy who was still in the doorway.

Sandy: No, everything's fine. Should be done in about fifteen minutes, or so.

Kirsten: Anybody want a drink?

Julie: Yes.

Caleb nodded his head and the four of them walked through the dining room and into the kitchen. Kirsten pulled out a bottle of vintage Merlot, while Sandy got the wine glasses from the cupboard. Kirsten filled all four glasses and passed them out. The four adults sipped their drinks quickly, and Sandy stepped away from Caleb and Julie, motioning for Kirsten to follow. The two stood by the stove, talking softly.

Sandy: Okay…something's wrong. Julie is being nice.

Kirsten: I don't know what's going on. Let's just enjoy it while it lasts.

Sandy nodded in agreement and Kirsten turned away from him. Sandy caught her arm quickly, and she turned back to face him again.

Sandy: Do they know?

Kirsten: About Samantha?

Sandy nodded his head.

Kirsten: No.

Sandy: So tell me again why you invited them over for dinner.

Kirsten: I didn't, my father has a way of inviting himself over.

Sandy: So what are we going to do?

Kirsten: I don't know.

Sandy: Well Caleb didn't approve of Ryan in the first place, what do you think he's going to think about his daughter?

Kirsten: I can deal with my father, what about Julie? She's going to go ballistic, and I can already see Marissa being caught in the crossfire.

Sandy: Knowing Ryan, he won't let that happen.

Kirsten: Knowing Julie, she won't care.

Sandy: That's true.

Kirsten brought her wine glass to her lips. She took a large gulp and eyed Caleb and Julie across the room.

Sandy: On the plus side, maybe they'll be so pissed off they'll leave before we even get to dinner.

Kirsten: Sandy.

Sandy: I know, sorry.

Kirsten: Look, we're just going to have to play peacemakers tonight.

Sandy: Yeah…sure, that or just get them liquored up to the point where they can't tell the difference between a baby girl and a baby grand piano.

Kirsten shot a look at Sandy, and it was fairly apparent that she wasn't amused. She turned away from Sandy walking towards Caleb and Julie and then ensuing in some friendly conversation. From the other side of the room, Sandy couldn't make out what they were talking about, but it didn't matter because he was still laughing internally at his own joke.