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LOS ANGELES

"Tori! Hey. What are you doing here?" Vincent asked but wasn't really surprised to see her. She had been calling and texting him since she got back in town.

Tori Winsor was a model that Vincent met as part of casting for their ad campaign. They've been to dinner once although he never saw her as anything more than a friend but he would be lying if he didn't admit that she was attractive. Tori had long wavy red hair, about 5'7 and was very fit. She had long toned legs that could go on for miles. She was also never shy about her intentions with him since they first met. She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek and gave him a big hug. "Hey! I'm back. I moved back. I knew I'd find you here. " She turned over to JT, "well, aren't you glad to see me?"

JT looked at her. "No not really. What are you doing here?"

"Oh JT! You're such a clown. I'm back from Milan. I just finished a shoot there and well I figured since I've done most of Europe I needed a break and come back home."

'You're right about "doing" most of Europe" He mumbled.

Vincent chuckled under his breath and finished the last of his drink. "Well it was nice seeing you. I think I'm done for the night.". He asked the bartender for their tab and handed him his credit card.

"Leaving so early? I thought maybe we can hang out" Tori stood infront of Vincent and traced his lips with her finger.

"Uh yeah. I need to head into the office early to do some.. work." Vincent jumped off his bar stool and put on his jacket. He needed an excuse to get away from her without being rude. He started looking for JT and saw him by the door. "Well I gotta go. JT is already out the door. Nice seeing you Tori." But he knew that she would find a way to see him again.

"What do you mean he sent her flowers? Are you sure?" JT had stepped out of the pub so he can hear Tess on the phone. He didn't want Vincent to overhear their conversation. Tess had texted him earlier about Catherine receiving flowers from Vincent but when she realized that it wasn't from him, she decided to do damage control. JT then called her to find out what was going on.

"Look I thought it was from him, so that's why I gave you a hard time but it was from Evan. He even sent her more at her apartment and a damn stuffed animal."

"Evan?! That guy never gives up, doesn't he?" JT said stiffening up and upset. He remembered Evan at Gabe's party talking about how he wanted to get Catherine back. He thought he was just drunk so both Tess and him didn't take him seriously. They didn't tell Catherine because he was just acting like a drunken ass.

Vincent walked up and heard JT. His heart began to beat fast and filled with jealousy. "What's the deal with Evan? Is he bothering Catherine again?" He asked worried. This guy is a tool. Why hasn't she said anything to me? Does she want him back?. The alcohol got his mind racing and he can feel the walls that she crumbled building back up.

JT put up his finger indicating for Vincent to be quite as he listened to Tess over the phone.

"I know. And I think I talked her into meeting him for coffee. All she wants is to get rid of him. She said she'd call after that. Please don't tell Vincent." She begged him hoping to not betray her friend.

"Too late! He's right here. One sec." JT responded and turned to Vincent." She's fine. Nothing's going on. Don't worry about it big guy. Let's go home." He hailed for a cab and got back on the phone. "Alright Tess, just let me know ok. I'll talk to you later."

Vincent hesitated. He knew JT was lying to him and didn't really feel like going home. "You go ahead. I'll walk home."

JT didn't bother to persuade with him. He knew that when Vincent has that certain look in his eye, there was no arguing with him. That look of stubbornness and anger. He knew that he needed space to think. At this point, all he hoped is that Vincent wouldn't do anything irrational and impulsive. "Fine. Call me if you need anything. Don't stay out too late."

As JT stepped in the cab, Vincent started to walk towards his apartment. He lived around 7 blocks away which would give him enough time to clear his head. He was a lil intoxicated so he walked in a slow pace. He found a bench and decided to sit. He pulled out his phone and dialed Catherine's number. Straight to voicemail. Nothing to worry about my ass, JT. In a way, he knew he was overreacting and the alcohol is definitely not helping him think with a straight mind. He didn't want to go home nor does he want to be around JT right now either. He had a feeling he was lying to him too. His thoughts suddenly went to Catherine and Evan kissing. He remembered the rage he felt when he kissed her at the party. He suddenly felt betrayed and couldn't understand why they wouldn't tell him about what is going on. Is she lying to me? Is JT covering up for her?He let the emotion take over him and he got up and started heading back to the pub. He opened the door and found what he was looking for. He walked towards the back, "Hey Tori, how about a drink?"

NEW YORK

"I can't believe that I'm doing this. Tess is right. I need to do this." She looked at herself one more time at the mirror. She had on jeans and T-shirt and her converse. She was looking for a sweater when she spotted the paper bag at the bottom of her closet. She took it out and put on Vincent's sweater. Evan kept calling her phone again after they spoke, so Catherine decided to meet him to put this issue to rest. It was already late so they decided to meet for coffee at the local diner. He had sent another two dozen roses to her house and a stuffed Eeyore from the Disney store. He was always very generous on giving her gifts but not to this extent. She reached for her keys and left the apartment. The cold air hit her face and the smell of Vincent's cologne filled the air. She was glad that she didn't get a chance to wash his sweater so she could bask in his scent. She pulled out her phone and checked if he has called. It was just set on her home screen so she put her phone back in the pocket of the hoodie. She felt a twinge of guilt about going out with Evan. She wanted to let Vincent know that it was just something she needed to do so she could stop him from bothering her, but at the same time she really didn't feel the need to explain her every move to him either. It's not like they were in a relationship, but she knew she will tell him. She gripped his sweater and closed her eyes. She missed him so much.

"Ding!" The bell hanging by the door at the diner rang as she stepped in. She look around and saw Evan with another bouquet of now red roses on the table next to him. She rolled her eyes. Pathetic. She composed herself as she walked towards him. She sat across the booth from him and smiled.

"Hi Evan."

"Where's the boyfriend?" He looked around and back towards the door.

"Really?" She started to get up with an irritated look on her face.

"Stop. I'm just kidding. I'm surprised he let you come alone. I'm sorry! I use to make you laugh, you know." He lightly tugged on her hand for her to sit back down.

"To be honest, this is exhausting. I'm exhausted. What is it that you want from me?" she slumped down back in the chair.

Catherine saw the waitress heading over to the table. "Good evening, what can I get for you?'

"Can I please get a hot chocolate.."

"With mini marshmallows" Evan finished for her." And I would like a coffee please. Thank you."

"Coming right up." She smiled at both of them and picked up the menu that was placed in the middle of the table.

They sat in silence just looking at each other. "Catherine, I.." He was interrupted with the waitress setting down their drinks. "Enjoy" she said as she stepped away.

"Look, I know I've been a total asshole. I'm really sorry for what I did Cat. I should've appreciated you more. The reason I wanted to see you was to tell you, "he paused and swallowed hard," tell you that I want you back. I love you and i need you back. I realized what I lost when we broke up and I want to make it up to you. Please Catherine give me another chance. "He pleaded with her. She can almost see tears coming from his eyes.

Catherine took a deep breath. She looked at him and saw nothing more than, maybe even, a friend. She almost feels bad that she doesn't feel anything when he basically confessed his love for her. She doesn't even remember him saying he loved her when they dated. She knew she needed to let him down easily.

"Evan, look I" she started to say softly, "I'm sorry things didn't work between us. I've moved on. I'm with Vincent now and I'm hoping you can respect that."

"So I guess there's nothing I can really do to get you back huh Catherine?"

"No, I'm sorry. Evan. Look it's getting late and I really have to go."

Evan took out his wallet and grabbed a couple of bills and set it down on the table. "I understand. Thanks Catherine for meeting me. I guess I just needed to see you and hear it from your lips that it's really over. I'm going to miss you. Keep in touch ok."

Catherine nodded her head. They both started to get up and Evan leaned in for a hug. It was gentle and friendly and she hoped that he would finally move on. "Here, these are for you." As he handed her the roses. She softly laughed and smiled at him. They both walked together to the door.

"Goodnight Evan" she waved as she started walking home. He got into his car and went the opposite direction. She reached for her phone but she couldn't feel it in the pocket. Darn, it must have fallen off. She started walking towards the diner and she saw the waitress coming out the door. "I think you left your phone. I found it on the floor at the booth." The waitress handed her the phone and she noticed that it had died. "Thank you so much." She smiled at her.

Catherine finally made it to her apartment and rushed to plug in her phone. She headed to her bathroom to get ready for bed. She looked back to her phone and when it finally turned on she saw a missed call from Vincent about 10 mins ago. She hit redial. Straight to voicemail. Oh well. Ill just call him tomorrow. She was extremely exhausted with the whole Evan thing that she really didn't feel like talking. She got in her bed and drifted off to sleep.