Pacing in front of the door, Seymour and Audrey composed themselves. Audrey smoothed her dress down out of habit while Seymour straightened his slightly crooked glasses.

"We can do this." Seymour repeated.

Audrey opened the door and greeted the Cottons with an enormous grin. "Hi! Thank you so much for coming, it's great to see you again!"

"Audrey!" Sylvia returned the excitement. She entered the house, kissed Audrey on the cheek and gave Seymour a slight wave. "Hi, Seymour!" Seymour waved politely back, rigidly smiling in an attempt to hide his nervousness. "Oh, how silly of me! Audrey, Seymour, this is my husband, Michael! I forgot you haven't yet been introduced."

Michael was an undeniably handsome man, reminiscent of James Bond. He was dressed immaculately in a casual dark grey suit with a perfect smile and thick, greased hair. Standing at approximately 6ft tall, he loomed over everyone in the room but with a smile like that, he seemed harmless. Charming even.

He extended his hand to Seymour. "Hey there, Seymour. It's nice to finally meet you." Seymour meekly accepted his handshake, taken aback by how tight his grip was.

"Hi, I'm Seymour." Michael chuckled lightly. "But you already know that because you just, you know, you said my name. You called me 'Seymour' so y-you obviously know my name." Seymour stuttered and quickly tried to change the subject. "Uh-this is my wife, Audrey."

Audrey stepped towards Michael and shook his hand, her grip was surprisingly more confident than Seymour's. "It's wonderful to meet you, Michael."

Michael looked deep into her eyes and felt a little odd. "Say, Audrey, have we met before?" He never forgot a face.

She looked him up and down, trying to place his face but came back with nothing. "I don't think so? Maybe I just have one of those faces." She laughed slightly and he smiled back, not fully convinced. "If you'd like to follow us through, we have coffee and Seymour made some treats."

"Wow, Seymour. You baked? He's doing your job there, Audrey." Michael quipped with a grin plastered on his face, receiving a playful slap on the arm from Sylvia. Seymour reassuringly placed his hand of Audrey's lower back, knowing how self conscious she was about her abilities as a housewife.

The two couples spent around an hour and a half laughing, sharing stories, getting to know each other better. Much to both Seymour and Audrey's amazement, it was going incredibly well. Sylvia was very chatty and just lit up the room with every anecdote. Michael was equally charming but somewhat quieter, letting Sylvia take the conversational lead. Every so often, Audrey would catch him glancing in her direction but he would sharply look away if she looked back at him. It was bizarre to say the least.

"This has just been so lovely!" Audrey beamed, looking towards Seymour who nodded in agreement.

Michael and Sylvia had only moved into the neighborhood a few weeks before the Krelborns had. While everyone was so picturesque and perfect, Sylvia and Audrey gravitated towards one another, instinctively sensing they had a lot in common.

"Audrey, Seymour, we are just so appreciative!" Sylvia exclaimed.

Michael turned on the charm and chimed in. "The coffee was delicious might I add." He raised his empty mug as a gesture of his delight.

"She makes a great cup of coffee, don't you, sweetie?" Seymour said, encouraging Audrey to give herself some credit. "It's what I look forward to every morning. After waking up to her, of course." Audrey couldn't help but blush.

Sylvia was so bewitched by how compatible the couple before her were. However, Michael still had his suspicions. "She's been working really hard on this." Seymour continued, feeling as though Audrey deserved to show off ever so slightly.

"Well, we're so grateful! Aren't we, Michael?" Sylvia encouraged.

"Oh, most definitely." He wasn't able to completely enjoy the evening. He put up a convincing front but something was off.

Sylvia continued her excessive, but genuine, flattery. "You have both given us such a warm welcome, Audrey."

With that, the mug slipped out of Michael's hand and crashed to the floor, immediately smashing on impact. Those words played in his head on repeat. "Welcome, Audrey." Over and over again. Now he remembered exactly where he'd seen her...