unmet expectations

Wyatt Davis; 35 yrs | head chef at Eleven Madison Park in NYC "you don't have to be who they want you to be."

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alex & ben.

       Alex was just the right person to be taking along, considering everyone had attempted to talk him out of the warehouse he’d purchased, thinking it’d be too much trouble. But he knew it had potential, and truthfully, there was potential in this building, too. He could just see it. Beer bottle in hand, cigarette in the other, he finds a nearby seat, weathered and unused. The place was a mess, but once cleaned up.. it could be a hell of a restaurant. “I say you go for it,” he says, before sucking in a sharp breath, inhaling the smoke that aided him in keeping a constant cool. “It’s got potential, dude. Do you remember what the warehouse looked like before I transformed it? You’ve got the room here to do whatever the hell you want. Just gotta clean it up, and envision what you want out of it. What kind of restaurant are you two thinking?” 

Ben knew he’d be able to give a few pointers out to Wyatt, being in the realm of business sorts himself, though the true brains in this situation was Alex. His friend had impressively built the 401 up from dirt, and well…when Wyatt warned them both beforehand that the potential location was a fixer-upper…he was not lying in the slightest. Leaning against one of the warehouse walls that remained standing, Ben placed his beer bottle and own cigarette pack down on what seemed like a ledge, amusedly scoffing at Alex’s commentary. “I do, it was a piece of shit too. I mean, if this one could do it and make a successful club, you definitely can with a restaurant.” He jokingly interjected, nodding at Alex. Proceeding to pick his lighter from his pocket upon grabbing a cigarette to ignite, his eyes zeroed in around the various debris. “Yeah, now we’re talking. What’s the menu?” Ben turned to Wyatt. “I am still getting food, right?” He mused. ( @wyattdcvis· )

Wyatt chuckled as he remembered the trash heap that Alex had showed them a few years back. Surely, if that place had had potential, this place could, right? Plus, Wyatt wasn’t above picking Alex & Ben’s brains, between the two, they had a pretty vast wealth of knowledge that he would no doubt need. “The only difference is I actually hope to make ours a reputable establishment.” he scoffed, nudging Alex’s shoulder with his before moving towards the staircase and turning around to face the two of them. “I’m not giving all the details away just yet, but,” he paused, maybe a bit for the dramatic effect, “we want something that brings high class food with a homey feel. A place that hopefully has good enough food to draw visitors to Mystic but isn’t so completely out of the locals comfort zone.” he explained, unable to keep the excitement from his voice. Since coming to Mystic, it had been pretty easy for Wyatt to fall into a state of hopelessness. He felt like he didn’t know what he was doing with his life anymore, like it had no purpose. But since dreaming up the restaurant with Nora, that purpose had come back again. And with things starting to take a turn with Liv, Wyatt was beginning to feel like he had the best of his life in New York and his old life here in Mystic all rolled into one. “So you two better like it.” he added, a smirk tugging at his lips. ( @alexandertcte​ )

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Standing near the entrance with one hand in his pocket and the other tipping a bottle of beer back so he could finish it off, Wyatt surveyed the building he was considering pitching to Nora for them to buy and convert into their restaurant. It was old as hell and had fallen to pretty extreme disrepair, but with some, well, more like a whole lot of renovations, he thought he could imagine it taking shape into the kind of establishment he and Nora were dreaming up. 

But before he did that, before he brought her here, he wanted the opinion of his two best friends. Plus, it was a Wednesday night in Mystic and it wasn’t like there was much else to do. So he’d bought a six pack, picked Ben & Alex up and brought them over to the dump that could maybe, possibly, potentially be part of his next career move. “So what do y’all think?” he asked, calling out after his friends who had moved further into the building to check it out. “I know it’s nowhere near as glamorous as The 401,″ he scoffed, looking over at Alex, “but I think it could have potential.”

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Wyatt was pretty pleased with how his day had gone. He’d traveled to Hartford to meet with a few potential suppliers for the restaurant he and Nora were opening and had successful meetings with most all of them. Things were slowly, but surely falling into place and more and more, Wyatt was becoming convinced that this venture of theirs was turning out to be the right decision. 

As a way of a small celebration before heading back to Mystic, Wyatt stopped at one of the first bars he saw along the street he was on. While normally, he would have treated himself by cooking his own meal once he got home, today he decided to let someone else cook for him, and he ordered a meal off the bar’s limited menu. 

He was just finishing up his surprisingly adequate meal, leaving his payment with enough for a generous tip leftover, on the bar, when he heard a commotion near the entrance. Rising to his feet, since he was ready to leave anyways, he headed towards the door, where it appeared two bouncers were having a difficult time getting an unruly customer to get up from his seat. Wyatt was about to keep on walking, when a second glance had him recognizing none other than Carina Garcia, of all people, seated opposite said customer. Turning on his heels immediately, Wyatt made a beeline for her, placing a hand on her shoulder as he came up beside her. “Are you alright?” he asked, concern very apparent on his features as the bouncers continued their battle to get the guy Carina was with out of his chair.  

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liv.

               It almost seemed silly to deny it any longer. She had spent too many months worrying about what Liam would think, or what her feelings would mean for their friendship. But above all else, Olivia held back because she was scared. She had been engaged, she had been in the middle of planning her wedding, and then she had been dumped and discarded like yesterday’s trash. She had spent so long worrying that she would be seen as nothing more than damaged goods, that she hadn’t even realized these emotions were mutual. 

                As his fingers brushed against her skin, Olivia could feel her heart begin to flutter and her breathing grow shallow. It was difficult to know just what to say, or think, or do in this moment. So instead the brunette acted on impulse, responding to his confession in the only way she knew how — physically.

               Captivated by his azure gaze, Olivia found herself closing the distance between them. There had always been something about the way that Wyatt looked at her that made her feel invincible. Not in a way that made her want to take on the world, but in the way that made her feel seen and understood. In a way that made her feel safe. In a way that assured her that things would be okay, even if she took that big leap. Even if she kissed him. 

               Palm resting against the side of his neck, there was only a moment of hesitation before finally allowing their lips to meet in what felt like a long awaited kiss. It was like finally coming up for air when she didn’t even know that she had been holding her breath this whole time. 

For a split second, he almost wondered if he’d completely read the situation wrong. When she didn’t say anything, it was too easy to question the whole thing. A part of Wyatt had always wondered if she still viewed him as her ex’s boss who was just taking pity on her and showing her around his hometown. Or worse still, that she thought he was too damaged to ever be interested in him. But then she was reaching forward, leaning forward, and as their lips met, his fears were very quickly silenced.

It was almost too good to be true. As her lips pressed against his, Wyatt felt himself relaxing and yet tensing as a wave of electricity pulsed through him all at the same time. The moment their lips touched, while incredibly exciting, also felt perfectly right, like they were meant to do this. Suddenly, Wyatt couldn’t believe he had waited this long to finally work up the nerve to admit how he felt about her. All of the time he had spent worrying instead felt like a  complete waste of time.

Reaching forward to cup the back of her neck, he pulled her in closer as he deepened the kiss, as if he could show her just how much he was ready to move forward. Ready to move forward, that is, with her. He reveled in how soft and perfect her lips felt and how much he couldn’t wait to make up for all of the time he had wasted. In that moment, Wyatt was pretty sure that nothing could feel better than getting to kiss Olivia Tate.

Far too soon for his liking, he pulled away, just enough so that he could rest his forehead against her and look down into her beautiful eyes. “So, does this mean we don’t have to move to New York?” he asked, a playful smirk tugging at his lips as his free hand moved upwards so he could delicately brush the back of his fingertips over her cheek.

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Jake Gyllenhaal in Southpaw (2015)

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liv.

             Admittedly, Olivia was a little confused. While she was happy to know that his feelings for Hadley hadn’t returned, she still couldn’t help but worry about what he was insinuating. Had Wyatt come to realize that Mystic was only holding him back? Had sleeping with Hadley been the thing to tip him off? To make him realize that he should be back in New York? And most importantly, how did this make her feel? She wanted to see him thrive, to do what was best for him, but she also quite selfishly wanted him to stay. 

            “Are you having second thoughts about living here, in Mystic? Truthfully, I knew that this day would come sooner or later. I mean, you have so much going on back in the city… your career is really going places.. I can understand why you would feel restrained here. Even I do sometimes. But…” Olivia stopped to look at him, her heart weighing heavily inside her chest. There was no thinking before she spoke. There was no stopping to consider how crazy she’d sound. There were only words. “I’ll come with you. I’ll come back to New York with you, if it’s what you really want. I mean.. Dylan and Harrison are here… I don’t know how you feel about Liam anymore but, I can keep you company.”

             Realizing that she had begun to ramble, Olivia took a moment to compose herself. She didn’t know why the thought of losing him had her so frantic, just that it did. “You just… make me happy, Wy. I don’t know if I can imagine my life without you in it.”

At her question, he realized he probably should be considering that. He had had so many reservations about coming back to Mystic. Beyond being in close proximity to his father and ex, both of whom he had pretty triggering, if not toxic, relationships with, he had simply worried that living in this town again would be enough of a stumbling block to his progress. But truthfully, with Liv here, he knew he hadn’t even considered leaving Mystic. It simply wasn’t an option. She was enough of a draw for him at this point that he was more than willing to deal with the close proximity to his father. But he wasn’t willing to not have her in his life on a daily basis. 

He opened his mouth, about to answer, when she forged ahead, offering to move back to the city with him. He contemplated her for a second, was she being serious? Was she really offering to move just so she could continue to have him in her life? Did this mean what he thought it might? As he cocked his head to the side a bit, he couldn’t help the smile that tugged one side of his mouth upwards in a crooked smile. She couldn’t know how happy hearing all of that made him. But it did. His heart began to pick up its’ pace with the possibility that maybe, just maybe she felt something for him too. 

Slowly, he rose to his feet so that he could climb up the few stairs in between them and sit down on her level. Once he had, he brought his gaze to meet hers and as his eyes found her dark brown ones, he couldn’t help but smile. “I wasn’t thinking about leaving Mystic, Liv.” he explained. “Truthfully, I hadn’t even considered the possibility of moving because,” he paused for a second. For so long he had been holding back, afraid of ruining their friendship by being too forthcoming about his feelings. But as he looked into her eyes, he knew that if he was ever going to tell her, this seemed like the time to do it. He swallowed and continued on, “well, because you’re here.” As a strand of her hair was blown out of place by the wind, Wyatt reached up to tuck it behind her ear, wishing he could do more, but refusing to act more on his feelings until he had an actual confirmation from her. “And getting to be with you, do things like carve pumpkins and go to the farmer’s market together... I’m just not quite sure I’m willing to give any of that up, Ms. Tate. I care about you too much to even think about leaving you any time soon.” By the end of his little speech, his smile had turned into a sheepish grin. He just hoped he wasn’t about to face a whole pile of rejection.  

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jesse.

              Jesse certainly appreciated the sentiment, though he couldn’t say he agreed. Warren wasn’t the best pick, but could he really say that he was? Not only was he new to the dating scene, but on most days he still struggled to get over his ex of nine years. Not to mention the drinking problem he had been concealing for almost as long. “I suppose. If anything, it’s taught me that I might be jumping into this all a little too quickly. Maybe I’m not ready.” Jesse probably could have gotten away with this excuse a year or two after his marriage had ended, maybe even five. But people had been bugging him about this for so long now that even he had begun to realize that he needed to get back out there. 

              “Oh god, and how did that go? Are things still weird between the two of you? You’re such a mama’s boy. I can’t believe you already told her about your crush. You know that’s only asking for trouble. Even my mom will get in on this if she finds out. Hunting her down, inviting her over for dinner… Before you know it, she’ll be knitting her a sweater for Christmas.” With a playful smirk, Jesse eyed his cousin inquisitively. If he was going to go fishing for details on Carolyn, then the least he could do in return was pry a little. “God, I feel like you’re back in high school when I say this, but have you told her how you feel?”

Wyatt considered his cousin for a moment, giving him a once over before taking a sip of his drink. “I think the question you need to be asking yourself, Jess, is do you want to be ready?” He shrugged one shoulder haphazardly as he continued his thought. “It’s been nine years. If you haven’t felt ready to date in that amount of time, one might assume you also haven’t felt the need to move on. Do you want to? Or are you good with things staying the way they are?” To be honest, this was something he had been grappling with himself over the last few months. He had definitely moved forward while he was in New York, but being back in Mystic had definitely allowed for some backsliding. And it had felt so comfortable at first that Wyatt really had to ask himself if he truly wanted to move forward from the way things were all those years ago. Or if he was simply comfortable there. 

“They were. Before she left, Hadley and I may or may not have slept together.” he admitted with a wince. “But if anything, it only confirmed what I knew deep down. I need to move on with my life. Can’t keep living in the past.” It was funny how their situations were somewhat similar in that regard. They both had traumatic relationship experiences. And somehow, they were both sort of at a precipice as to how they moved forward from those experiences. He chuckled at his cousin’s prediction of how things could go if the family found out. “That is exactly what I’m trying to avoid. And no, I haven’t told her. For so long, I was afraid she simply thought of this as building off of the relationship I had with her ex and I didn’t want to start anything off of that. But now, well, it’s been long enough, I’m beginning to wonder if there might be more there on her side too.” he shrugged. “I dunno, man.” 

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olivia.

                    Olivia had already prepared herself for Wyatt’s judgement, knowing that this kind of thing was far out of character for her. Before West, she had only ever slept with a total of three men, all of them serious relationships that had lasted a year or more. It wasn’t that she judged anyone for having one night stands, but personally she had never been into the idea of sharing her body with a stranger. It was just the way she had been raised. 

                    Surprised by her friend’s understanding, the blonde felt a sense of relief wash over her. She didn’t know why she cared about his opinion or what it would change, but the feeling brought her inner peace. Just as Olivia had been prepared to respond, Wyatt announced that he had his own news to share and the woman’s eyes rose from her pumpkin to watch him attentively.

                    At the mention of his ex, Olivia’s heart dropped. Not because he had been talking to her, but because she had been the person in town to have given her the hardest time. While she could understand why the fire was such a touchy subject for most, it hadn’t made her threatening comments any easier on the ears. “You mean the one you told me about?” Attempting to swallow the lump that had formed at the back of her throat, Olivia busied herself with the design. Maybe if she forced a smile onto her lips, he’d think that she was happy for him, rather than completely devastated. “Oh really? Eye-opening in what way? You’re not over her?” Although she was already bracing herself for the answer, she felt silly in doing so. How could she judge him when she had gone and done the exact same thing? But, of course, that had been weeks ago. Weeks before these undeniable feelings had bubbled to the surface of her brain. 

Wyatt waited anxiously for her response. Were his eyes tricking him or did she look, for even just the briefest second, like she was disappointed when he mentioned sleeping with Hadley? Wyatt knew he had to be careful not to let his own feelings for Liv cloud his perception of her reactions to things. But he really could have sworn he’d seen a bit of a less than thrilled reaction in her response. 

He quickly began to explain himself. “Yeah, that one.” Admitting that alone had him feeling like he had backtracked so much in the last few months. His time in New York had helped Wyatt to get to such a healthy point in his life, and he was beginning to realize how much being back in Mystic, being around Hadley had dragged him away from the healthy mindset he had strived for in New York. It wasn’t Hadley’s fault, or even Mystic’s, really. It was more so the way he allowed them to affect him. He needed to do a better job of holding himself accountable when it came to moving forward with his life. 

He scoffed at Liv’s question, not that she would ask it, for that would be the natural response of anyone after an admission like the one he had just made, but at the thought of actually moving in that direction with his life. Moving backwards. He quickly shook his head. “No, kind of the opposite, really.” he began. “Eye-opening in that it made me realize how much I wanted-no, needed- to move on from that part of my life.” Placing the carving knife down, he ran his hand over his face. “I don’t know if this is going to make any sense, but I left Mystic for a reason. And I realized that being back here, being around her again, was all very much a slippery slope into my old, unhealthy life, that I wasn’t doing a good enough job of trying to avoid falling into. So if anything, it was kind of the kick up the ass I needed to realize that I want, and need, to move forward with my life... not backward.” By the end of his sentence, he had drawn his gaze up to meet hers wondering if - hoping - she realized what he was insinuating by wanting to move forward. 

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GIRLS NIGHT vs BOYS NIGHT!

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No Reservations (2007) dir. Scott Hicks

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oliviatcte​:

             Wyatt was easily Olivia’s favorite person in Mystic — besides her brother, of course. Although they had spent a lot of time together in the city, their bond felt stronger than ever now. Maybe because for the first time ever, the chef wasn’t so busy and luckily for the private investigator, her career allowed her to work remotely. At Wyatt’s suggestion of a Fall activity, Olivia had been giddy with excitement. She had always loved the month of October and growing up, carving pumpkins for Halloween had been one of her favorite family activities. Admittedly, it had been years since she had last stuck her hand into a pit of pumpkin guts or even considered what kind of design she would want to carve. Which is exactly why she had still been flipping through the designs on her phone when Wyatt broke the comfortable silence with his question.

              At first, Olivia was surprised. She had thought that Wyatt was too busy conversing with his friend to notice her on the dance floor. But although she was embarrassed to admit how the two of them had met, she felt she had no reason to hide the information from her friend. “Oh, you noticed that, huh? I don’t know him that well, but we’re friends. We met maybe a month or two ago? It’s a crazy story, but he saved me from some drunk at the gas station and ended up inviting me to a party he was attending. We, uh, got a little too drunk you could say. We were playing a drinking game and I had to answer a question on the last time I’d had sex. Which… had been almost a year. I guess you don’t know that and it’s kind of embarrassing to admit that I haven’t slept with anyone since Liam, but I don’t really do casual hookups. Which, I guess makes it all the more surprising that I slept with him, huh?” Olivia didn’t dare look at Wyatt as she spoke. She didn’t know why she was suddenly so nervous to admit it. “I think it helped in a way, you know? I held myself back for so long, but now I feel ready to start dating again. Not that I’m going to date West. He really is just a friend, who helped me rip off the bandaid.”

Wyatt kept his gaze trained on his pumpkin as she spoke. It wasn’t until she said that she had slept with West and he couldn’t help but quickly glance up at her, that he realized he had been sawing away at the same line the entire time she had been speaking. He quickly busied himself with trying to salvage the design. He knew he had no right to feel, well really anything, about who Liv chose to spend her time with. First of all, he had yet to actually voice his feelings for her so he didn’t actually know if she returned them. Secondly, hadn’t he slept with Hadley just a few weeks ago? And finally, because Liv was her own person and could do whatever the hell she wanted. So he quickly buried any feelings of jealousy before he allowed himself to speak. “Sounds like it’s been a pretty educational relationship for you.” he replied with just a bit of a smile tugging his lips upwards as he finally dragged his gaze over to her for longer than a second this time. Wyatt really did want what was best for Olivia and he was glad that she had been able to come to this realization. 

“Well, since we’re sharing,” he began, taking in a deep breath before he continued, “that friend you saw me with at the wedding, was actually my ex.” he offered, wondering if she would remember the little he had confided in her and Liam back in New York about his last relationship. He hadn’t told them much, just that the relationship had become quite unhealthy for both parties involved and he’d needed the physical distance of being in New York to actually be able to get healthy again. “And, full transparency, we also ended up spending the night together a couple weeks ago and it was a pretty eye-opening experience for me as well.” He knew that by being this open, he was going to eventually have to tell her how he felt about her. How sleeping with Hadley had actually made him realize how much he needed to allow himself to truly move forward with his life and how Olivia symbolized that in so many ways for him. 

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jesse.

           While most families in Mystic had something against the Holders, Jesse and his cousin had focused their distaste on one individual in particular — Warren Wolff. Although he had once been the town’s golden boy, he had caused nothing but disappointment, ever since the night of the fire. Taking a moment to reflect, Jesse shrugged his shoulders. The truth was, he didn’t know how to feel or whether or not he could even be upset. Carolyn had never classified whether it had been a date or not, so for all Jesse knew, the sparks had all been in his head.

           “I don’t know. I really don’t know. I’m angry about the fact that he hurt her, that he even had the nerve to tell me to back off when he was attending the wedding with another woman. But I’m also hurt. I feel like she lead me on, even though I really shouldn’t. For all I know, this is one-sided and I was stupid to believe it was a date.” Breathing out a small sigh of frustration, Jesse found himself immediately wanting to change the subject. The scenario had been on his mind ever since it had happened, and frankly, he was sick of it. “Speaking of which, how did your date go? And why didn’t you introduce me to this mystery woman?”

Wyatt paused as he waited for Jesse to respond, giving him the time he needed to get his thoughts together first. Taking a sip of his drink, he nods when his cousin finally explains. “Well, first off... I would’ve beat the shit out of him the second he tried to pull that sorta crap, if I had been you, so I get it. Secondly, I really don’t think this was completely one-sided, Jess.” Wyatt had only seen them together the night they all had met, but it sure didn’t seem like Carolyn was just putting up with Jesse then. “I mean, you two hit it off like a house on fire that night. She might not know exactly what she’s feeling, right now. But she’ll figure herself out. And she’d be lucky to have you instead of Warren, that’s for damn sure.” Wyatt may be a little biased, but he truly didn’t think there was a better guy in town than his cousin. Sure, he had his difficulties, they all did. But Jesse truly cared about people. He had a good heart. And Wyatt was grateful to have him. 

He chuckled at Jesse’s change of subject. “It was good... up until I had a bit of a run in with Hadley. But you know the second I introduce you to Liv I’m going to be inundated with scathing calls from my mother asking how come I’m hiding Liv from her.” He shakes his head with a roll of his eyes. While Wyatt knew how he felt about Liv, he was still figuring out if she felt anything towards him. And he wasn’t about to bring his whole family into the mix while they were still trying to navigate that. Jesse, maybe. But the Davis/Russo grapevine was almost as bad as Mystic’s and he didn’t know if he’d be able to keep it under control once they all knew.  

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TASK FOUR 

When Wyatt Davis’s (Jake Gyllenhaal) father accepted the position as Mystic’s sheriff when Wyatt was 14 years old, his idolization of his father was solidified. He followed in his father’s footsteps by taking up a job in the police force up until Wyatt’s sister died in the infamous Mystic fire. With a bitter taste in Wyatt’s mouth and a disillusionment towards his father, Wyatt left town, vowing never to come back. He found himself and his true passion as a chef in NYC and quickly rose in the culinary world’s ranks. He returned to Mystic over 6 months ago to help take care of his sick mother, and Wyatt is truly beginning to wonder if he’ll ever escape Mystic’s clutches again. 

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ella.

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The box was sealed with tape on three of the four sides and Aunt Tessa’s practiced script read for the Davis family for years of unmatchable friendship. It was a strange thing to see as her death was unexpected and officially declared an accident. Ella doesn’t know how long the box had been sealed, but knew it to be in her best interest to deliver it to the family. It’s what she (very clearly) wanted.

The contact number left in her notes was for that of Wyatt Davis, the son, and a quick google search taught her that he was a chef. A good one at that.

Which is why she went from feeling incredibly awkward to tentatively excited when he offered to cook for her. And then the panic came because - although she loves cooking herself - she hasn’t touched her kitchen since she moved in apart from the bowls that she used for cereal and mugs for coffee. She had no idea what kind of stuff Aunt Tessa was working with and judging by the look of the apartment, it was most certainly bound to be dated. At least the stove was a gas one. She preferred those.

Ella isn’t sure what she’s supposed to wear for this kind of exchange, so she settles on a dress and a cardigan, one of her favorites that she bought back in LA where she rarely had the opportunity to use it. Here, however, her apartment was always cold. Even if she had the hearing on.

She can hear the knock from upstairs and makes a point to keep her eyes straight forward as she saunters through the museum. It was best not to make eye contact after dark. Just in case.

There’s another knock and she becomes flustered, worried that she took too long, though she manages to put forth a smile when she opens the door. He’s as pretty as he was in the pictures. “You must be Wyatt,” she greets, “come on in. The stairs are up there to the left.”

When Wyatt had received the call from an Ella Bird stating that her aunt had left behind a box full of... well, who knows what for him and his family, Wyatt had been intrigued to say the least. If Miss Tessa had had anything to do with it, he knew it was bound to be interesting. After their short conversation, and learning that she had only just arrived in town, he decided it was probably a good idea to stop at Chet’s on the way over to pick up a good, grocery essentials haul. He could remember moving to New York and with the scramble to get settled, going grocery shopping always seemed to get pushed to a later date with a list of to do’s that seemed never ending, meaning the kitchen often remained pretty empty for a while in favor of ordering take out. 

It wasn’t until he knocked on the door of the museum, that Wyatt began to feel any sort of nerves about the whole thing. Miss Tessa had been such a close friend to his family over the years, she was like an aunt to him in a lot of ways, and the grief of her loss suddenly washed over him. He couldn’t imagine what her actual niece was going through. And what could Miss Tessa possibly have left behind for him and his parents? 

In his anxious state, he was half convinced that he’d gotten the times wrong and she wasn’t home, when suddenly the door is opened by a beautiful blonde. “Oh! Hi. And you must be Ella?” he smiles as he shuffles sideways, grocery bags in both hands, through the door. “I hope you don’t mind, I kind of assumed and brought some groceries I thought you might need.” he explained glancing over his shoulder as he made his way in the direction she had pointed. 

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With his tongue sticking out between his lips just a bit, a surefire sign of concentration, Wyatt was currently trying to carve a skeleton (you know, to be spooky) wearing a chef’s hat into his pumpkin on Liv’s porch. He had showed up at her place about an hour ago with two pumpkins and the firm belief that they really ought to do a better job of getting into the spirit of Halloween. But he also had another reason for wanting to get some alone time with Liv. There were a few things gnawing away at the man, that his straightforward nature simply wouldn’t let him ignore any longer. So, with all the subtlety of a high school kid with a crush, he glances briefly over at Liv before fixating on his pumpkin and asking as nonchalantly as possible, “So, I noticed you and West seemed to know each other pretty well at the wedding?” 

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jesse.

            Jesse had already grabbed a glass and thrown two ice cubes into the bottom when Wyatt’s voice broke through the momentary silence. Clearly his cousin was cutting straight to the point, and while he respected it, he was also filled with dread for the retelling of this story. “Yeah, yeah. I was getting there.” After filling a quarter of the glass with the amber-coloured liquid, Jesse slid it across the bar top toward Wyatt before planting his palms firmly against the counter. 

          “Well, you know how I ended up asking Carolyn to go with me? Toward the end of the night, she came up to me and I immediately knew something was off. Turns out Warren had followed her – come looking for her, that is. Long story short, they were a thing. The two of them dated while he was living in Georgia and it seems as though he ran out on her too. She’s in Mystic because she was looking for him. At least that’s what I gathered from the scenario.” Just thinking about the situation caused Jesse to clench his teeth. He was mad at Warren for not only the way he’d spoken to him, but for the fact that he’d hurt Carolyn. And as much as he didn’t blame her for what had happened, she had hurt him too. He couldn’t help but feel as though he’d been lead on. 

“Uh huh... sure you were.” Wyatt smirked as he took a sip from the drink Jesse had just poured for him. Obviously, he knew they’d get to it eventually, Jesse was just as much a sounding board for things he went through in life as Wyatt was for his cousin. But he was impatient. The gossip mill in this town was insane and Wyatt had actively avoided any possible retellings of the incident so that he could make sure he’d heard it from his cousin first. After all, his perspective was the only one Wyatt cared about anyways. 

He was about to make a comment about how pleased he was that Jesse had asked Carolyn to be his date, but all joking disappeared when he heard what Warren had apparently done... again. Anger and frustration poured through him as he considered the devastation Warren seemed to leave in his wake wherever he went. “What the hell is wrong with this guy?” he seethed, shaking his head in disbelief. Obviously, Warren’s actions had never affected Wyatt directly. But it was hard for him to keep much of any kind of emotional distance when someone did something that hurtful to people he cared about. And while Carolyn may be a new friend, Wyatt still considered her a friend. And he resented any pain she was caused without any sort of reason for it. 

Slowly, he turned his attention away from Warren & Carolyn and focused though on the important question in all of this. “So... how do you feel knowing all this?”