Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Everwood characters, they are the property of Greg Berlanti. I own the original characters.

As Ephram get ready for his date, he contemplated his encounter with Amy. Why did he ask her out when he had Brittany? Why did he doubt his attraction towards her? Why was he so worried about her family when it was her that he liked? He took of his shirt, then he unbuttoned his pants. He walked into his bathroom, turned on the water, and then shed his boxers. As he stepped into the cold water, he let it wash over him. He scrubbed his hair once and washed his body twice, then a third. He got out then wrapped a towel around his middle. He dried his hair then walked out, with only the towel covering him. He went over to his closet and pulled out a brown button-down with thin light blue, lavender, white and yellow stripes. As he pulled out a pair of low-rise, loose-fitting dark blue jeans and a belt, he thought more about Brittany. His phone rang as he thumped down the stairs– he ran back up to answer it.

"Hello?"

"Eph-Eph-Ephram-m-m?"

"Yeah, Sara?"

"D-D-D-an's-s b-b-been in a ter-te-terr-terrible accid-d-d-de-dent.", she was sobbing so hard he could hear her take sharp breaths and nearly hyperventilate.

"Oh, my God! What happened? Is he alright?"

"He g-g-got int-t-t-o a c-c-rash. They don't k-kn-kn-know for sure... th-the-th-they say it's r-re-rea-r-real bad, though."

"I'll be right over!"

"N-n-n-no! Brittany is l-l-lo-looking foward-d-d to to-to-to-tonight. You h-h-h-have to go-o-o."

"Then why did you call?"

"To let-t-t you kn-kn-know we c-c-can't-t-t come. D-d-d-don't t-t-ell Brittany. It-t-t wi-l-l ruin the w-wh-whole night. Let her-r-r find-d-d out-t-t when I c-c-all her later."

"Okay. But I'll be over after the date is through."

"'Kay. 'Bye. And t-th-tha-thanks."

"Anytime." Ephram said, dazed, as he blindly hung up the phone. He looked at his watch– it was 6:47– he was supposed to pick up Brittany at 7:00. He better be going.

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He heard footsteps after he rang the doorbell.

"Hey, Ephram." Brittany said, as she kissed him on the cheek.

"Hey" he said as he kissed her gently on the lips. He could hear screaming and crashing in the house but decided to not mention it. He also thought that with the rapidness of the door answer, she must have been waiting right by it to leave– not wanting him to see inside.

"I hope Italian is alright with you," Ephram said as they were driving down the road, "Oh, by the way, Sara and Dan, uh can't... can't make it."

"Why?"

"Uh... Terry is sick. Sara's mom needed her to look after Teresa.", he lied.

"Oh, poor thing. Let's stop by the toy store and pick her up a new Barbie to make her feel better."

"Sure. And you look absolutely amazing tonight... gorgeous... really, you do."

"Oh, thank you... you're looking very handsome too."

"Here we are," Ephram said as he pulled into a space in front of "Tutto l'Mio Amore", (All My Love).

"Thank you," she said as he opened the door for her.

"Uh, reservation, Ephram Brown.", he told the host as they entered the restaurant.

"Yes, right this way, sir." Ephram heard Brittany gasp as she walked by a table, "Jim." she said. The man was with a woman... not just any woman. Amy.