"Abi?" That voice... that familiar heart-warming voice. "Fuck!" I said out loud by accident before being cut off with a warm and welcoming hug from the one and only, Jesse Martins. His heartbeat, breathing pattern, and scent... God, nothing has changed. I muttered, "Why isn't Sam here?" His face showed his disappointment. My heart clenched, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean it like that. Thank you for driving all the way to here with the busy traffic and all." "I knew that would make you feel bad! You haven't changed at all, you little shit." I looked up to his bright smile and small chuckle. I punched him in the arm playfully, giggling to myself. "He told me to pick you up." HE WHAT?! I turn my face towards the window, staring at the cars driving the opposite direction and pleading them to drive me back to LAX. How dare he do that?! "Ummm, with your blank stares I'm assuming you're wondering where Sam is. Well, we kind of had a little get together yesterday and he's got a total migraine situation going on. Soooo, here I am! Welcome back Abigail. "