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☤ Sometimes Blake truly didn’t think water wasn’t made hot enough to remove blood. Surely there was some formula out there that would wash away the years of the lost and rescued from underneath his fingernails — those from the street, their cars, their own homes. He couldn’t be the only one wondering how it was done. It seemed that no matter how thick the latex of the gloves he wore, they could never protect his hands from being forced to bare that awful reminder of things past. 

☤ These thoughts, and his simultaneous deadpan at the cuticles in question caused a close call between Blake and speed wobbles. His mother had always cautioned of the hereditary lead foot, and the gene did not seem to skip his generation. Shaking his face to remain conscious and clearheaded, Blake’s mind tread to a different, lighter and easier topic — Zoe. He was only four and a half miles from being nearer to her, once again. 

☤ “Zoooooo?” His demeanor childish, his voice light and springy, Blake called out through the door for his wife, letting it slam into the door frame, immaturely. “Zoooooo!” This time, Blake sounded mischievous and like he was looking to cause her trouble. 

☤ But laying eyes on Zoe again, for the first time in the flesh in twenty-four hours, Blake only wanted to do one thing.

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Zoe had been trying to get dinner prepared for Blake before he got home, but seeing Evan after all these years had her distracted. He was the last person she had ever expected to see again after the way she'd left him and her daughter behind. Seeing him had shaken Zoe to the core, and while leaving had been the right choice for her at the time - it didn't mean she lacked love for the little girl she'd given birth to. Sarah would have been seven now. She wondered if Evan ever told her about her mother. but Zoe doubted it. Evan held quite a bit of resentment toward Sarah for walking out, and she couldn't really blame him for that.

Music playing while she cooked, drowning out the sound of Blake returning home from work and even the slamming of the door as he walked in. A smile flashed upon the blonde's face as she felt him grab her from behind, she turned and pressed her lips against his.  Her hands gripped gently onto his neck, still in the back of her mind trying to figure out the best way to bring up that she'd seen Evan today. But for the moment, Zoe would just enjoy the kiss.

  ❝ -- Well.           Hello there. ❞

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Thankfully Colette had managed to have a semi good day… saving multiple lifes is always a good thing, right? Although it was so hectic she barely had time to realize that she should’ve clocked out at least ten minutes ago. The reality of the situation finally hit her, her eyes shot up as Evan’s face popped into her head. The first date and she was already screwing up. ❝ Great! ❞ She muttered as she rapidly scribbled her signature on her paitent’s charts, mostly keeping her eye on the clock watching as time ticked on. It was no secret that Colette talked to herself quite a bit, especially when she was messing up which was most of the time but she was cursing herself more than normal at the moment.

It only took seconds for Colette to get to her locker, stripping off her scrubs before pulling the dress over her head that her roommate Cora had brought in for her, it wouldn’t of exactly been her first choice but she obviously liked it.. she did own it after all. Her eyes wandered up toward the large clock that was bolted to the wall almost as soon as she struck seven. Groaning her hands scrambled quickly trying to pick up everything and shove it back into her cubby at the same time she slipped her heels on and some what brushed her hair with her fingers trying to make the curls look more like waves.

She stumbled her way over to the sinks getting her hair situated enough to pull it to the side in a before her hand fell to the faucet to turn on the water. Right about now is when her stomach started to turn. She rarely had any time to herself to think about what she felt or even consider putting time into her love life.. but for some reason with Evan that was completely wiped out. Instead she was worried about what she looked like, or what he would think of her for being late. She took the time to brush her teeth, and atleast look in the mirror for longer than five seconds to touch up her makeup before throwing everything into her bag and shoving it back into her messy cubby.

Within seconds she was running toward the door, swinging it open and headed down the hallway pulling her heels off her feet so she could make her way clear across the hospital in decent time. Rounding the corner  she caught a glimpse of Evan leaning against the wall waiting patiently for her to make her appearance. Her brows furrowed as she began to laugh quietly, slowing her pace once she was in a few feet of him. ❝ I’m here, I’m here! ❞ Extending her arm her palm hit the wall leaning against it so she could put her black heels back on. ❝ I’m sorry, this is a hell of a start. I got caught up with charts, but I’m here. I’m sorry. ❞ She continued to apologize as her eyes finally met with his, her head flicked to the side pushing her bangs away from her face before finally standing back up straight and pinning them to the side to frame her face. ❝ I’m ready! Where are we headed anyway? ❞

Zoe was looking down at her phone as she walked into the lobby of Seattle Grace Mercy West Hospital, having just  gotten off of work herself and handling a few last minute things before she went to see Blake. Trekking forward with gentle steps, her eyes were focused down on the phone. Texting and walking wasn't the best thing to do but it was only a few more words and she was done for the evening. Zoe hated how work followed her home so often, but it was part of the job description of being a CEO. There was always something that needed to be done and  something that just couldn't wait until tomorrow.

Hitting send, Zoe looked up from her phone to find a woman running straight her way and yelling how sorry she was. Moving to the left, Zoe only avoided the collision by mere seconds. But the next thing the blonde heard left her wide eyed and trying to get away as quickly as possible. She recognized Evan's voice anywhere, and he was really the last person she expected or wanted to see right now or ever. The guilt of how they'd ended thins, no matter how necessary, still weighed down on her shoulders even seven years after the fact. Fingers crossed that he wouldn't see her as Zoe quickly attempted to maneuver her way out of sight, but not quickly enough.