Five knocks hit on a door. Harry nears to it, lighting a cigarette as he answers. David waits in the doorway with his hands in his pockets. "What's up?"

"Grace." He enters Harry's nice condo, shutting the door behind him.

"Oh man, you aren't still dealing with that crazy situation, are you?" He puffs out smoke.

"I had it in check by distancing myself. I told her I wasn't interested, yet she won't stop." David sits on a leather sofa.

"So, what, she can't take a hint? You guys were together years ago, man. She'll forget it. I mean she has to, if not, oh well, you're practically a married man. Block her out."

'"It's not that simple anymore, like-"

"Of course it is. What's the difficult part here?"

David shakes his head. "Feelings don't change."

"No, but they can adjust." His friend goes to the kitchen to fill glasses with Vodka. "Hey wait...isn't Hannah her friend though?'"

"That doesn't matter to her."

"You haven't told me what happened." Harry hands over a glass, they both drink Vodka; one worried and one stuck. "Don't think I want to know...how far did she go?" David says nothing. "Look, stick with your gut, that's all I'm gonna say. Because at the end of the day that's the only thing worth standing with. This will blow over. Grace will have to move on. In my opinion, she isn't as important as Hannah is. I mean proposing on the same day?! That's strong."

"Maybe."

"Don't stress over it,, whatever she did couldn't have done that much damage."

"We madeout." A phone rings on a table before them; vibrating on the glass surface. Facing down. He shoot his eyes to it to see who was calling. Was it Grace?, he thought...it has to be. If it was, he didn't know if he would block her or what. Harry turns the phone over so the screen showed. Hannah, her pretty picture was on the screen. Bright and happy, warm. He felt she was freaking out on the other line; she hated being without him for too long now. The ringing brought on guilt again. His stomach tightens. What did I just do? He lets the phone ring on.

"She had to plan this out."

"I know she did, she was up to something that's why I stayed away from her. I have no clue how she even knew where I was tonight. But, the funny thing is...I can't even get too mad at her because I kissed back and it felt right."

"You can't be serious."

"I am. I just...gave in to it." The phones continues.

"GAVE IN?!! You have a fiancé, David. A wedding happening this week. How can you let something as little as a makeout affect that?" Harry didn't understand.

"It's complicated."

"Well un-complicate it. Are you gonna answer that?" Harry gestures to the buzzing phone.

David denies the call. "Look, it's not that simple."

"Yeah, I think it is."

"Coming from a guy who only ever loved one girl, it is." He downs more vodka; finishing the glass.

"So, you're saying what, that you still love Grace?"

David rises from the couch. Sick of talking, his mind jumbled with two things: a bride to be and cold feet. "I'm gonna get some rest, maybe in the morning I'll work it out. I don't know right now." He gulps sown the last of his drink, sits the glass down on the table, then heads to the door. His shoulders tensed.