Jared hung out for a few hours, as they enjoyed their takeout, talked, and snuggled. Sharing a few nice intimate moments and beginning to explore this thing that they found, but as it grew late, being a gentleman, he left to head back to his hotel. Chris had thought about protesting and telling him to stay. She didn't want to not feel his arms around her. But she knew rushing this was a bad idea. So, they made plans to see each other for breakfast the next day. 8am at her favourite downtown café.

She woke with a smile as she remembered the night before. The way they had shared several kisses and snuggled together. She knew she was falling for him fast and hard and deep down inside that absolutely terrified her. 'What if it doesn't work out? What if him being so far away just drives us apart?' She felt the thoughts building and her stomach began to feel sick. 'Stop it Chris, just take things slow, one day at a time.' She told herself as she rolled out of bed dressing and looking at her own reflection.

As she looked at herself in the mirror, she found herself slowly smiling, wondering if Jared would like her outfit. She began to feel the happy butterflies again as she started to grab her bag and things to leave. Suddenly a knocking on the door, made her stop. Was Jared here now? Why would he come back out here this morning when she said she was meeting him there?'

Chris walked to the door and opened it smiling, "Miss me that much huh?" Her eyes widened though when she noticed the man standing in front of her was Street and not Jared. Who now had a very confused look on his face and registered the moment when Chris realised she was not talking to who she thought she was?

"Oh, Street?" She let out, shocked and fumbling to recover.

"Hi?" He said slowly, unsure what he was missing. "I am guessing you were expecting someone else?" He answered slowly.

"I um, I was just on my way out actually," She replied without thinking.

"Oh, to meet someone, who you thought, I was I assume?" Chris honestly was a little annoyed that he was asking that. Why should he care?

"Sorry, not my business…" he added as he saw the way Chris's eyes narrowed in annoyance. "I will get out of your hair." He mumbled slowly as he turned and pointed back to the parking lot. Chris heard it, saw it and felt it. Something with him was way off. He seemed sad or upset. Then she felt bad for her attitude.

"Street, wait, I have a minute, come in. What's up?" She said holding the door open to him. He turned and looked at her.

"No, you're busy" he said, "It's okay." He went to walk again, and she grabbed his forearm.

"Hey, come on. Stop that. Talk to me. Why are you here? You obviously wanted something. So?" She managed to convince him to come inside.

As he walked in, he registered the two beer bottles on her coffee table. The takeout rubbish, clearly enough for two, near the bin, and that Chris was wearing perfume and makeup and was looking amazing. He stood for a second and then it hit him. His thoughts about telling Chris what had been going on with him while she was away and where he was at right now suddenly burst, shattering into a million pieces. He knew now that Chris had had someone here last night. She must have been on her way out to see them again.

"Street? You okay?" Chris said as she moved to put something down and turned back to see him looking about.

"Yeah, yep. Just, I dunno… been over thinking stuff I guess." He fumbled.

"Well, you drove all the way here, so you should probably sit down and tell me about it." Chris said sitting down and motioning for him to sit too. He hesitated. He felt weird now, and not sure he should bother to open this conversation like he had planned.

"Jim, Sit!" She insisted. He frowned and sat opposite her. As he plonked onto the sofa, he got a whiff of cologne from the cushion. Definitely a male scent and now he felt it was confirmed. Chris had had a guy over last night and something about the grin she wore opening that door told him it wasn't just her cousin Thomas or a friend. He swallowed hard and looked everywhere but at her.

"Talk, damn it." She said as she shifted to the edge of the seat. "What is wrong?"

"I um, stuff with Molly. Stuff I have been thinking about, stewing on, wondering about. I guess I just wanted to talk it out and see where you thought things were, but."

At that moment Chris's phone began to ring. It was Jared. His name came up on the screen and she held up her finger standing up and answering it as she walked into the bedroom.

"Hi," a few second's silence. "Yes, I did," she answered. "Can we make it 8:30? I just had a," And her words trailed off as she closed the door.

Street sat scrunching his lips and looked at his hands. He knew that that call was most likely the guy she had been here with last night. He knew he needed to leave. Let Chris do whatever it was she was planning on doing. As she came out a few minutes later, she smiled at him nervously.

"Sorry, I, ah, it's okay now, keep going... you were saying?"

"Look, Chris." He paused and stood up. "You clearly have plans with someone and I am in the way, so we can talk about stuff some other time." He turned and walked to the door. "Enjoy your day," he added reaching for the door handle. "I'll see you on shift later."

Chris was so torn in that moment. Part of her wanted to stop him, but part of her wanted him to leave so she could get to Jared. She was so torn in two that she was frozen on the spot in that minute not knowing what to do.

"Jim, I'm sorry, I'm not trying to kick you out, I have a minute, I just had plans to…"

"It's fine." He said holding up his hand. "It's okay. I should have text you first. Sorry." He opened the door and Chris felt part of her heart break seeing this play out.