I'm searching Lincoln's eyes, trying to find something that I don't even know. My eyes close for a minute, trying to pull myself together.

"Uh, thanks," I say quietly. I step away from Lincoln and walk out of the bathroom. I shake my head. What the fuck am I doing with Lincoln? I have Dimitri and Lincoln has a wife. "Pull it together, Ade."

I walk back to the table and sit down. Dimitri smiles when he sees me. I smile back and he and Sandra go back to talking. Lincoln walks back just as our food comes. We eat without talking.

My mind starts to drift to Dimitri and then to Lincoln. I'm so deep in thought that I knock over my tea and it spills on my shirt.

"Shit," I gasp as I stand up. I grab a napkin and start wiping.

"Oh, shit," Dimitri says.

Sandra looks at Lincoln. "Ouch! Why'd you kick me?" he says.

"Give her your shirt," Sandra tells me. Lincoln sighs and stands up. My eyes widen.

"Oh, no you don't..." I trail off and Lincoln takes off his shirt. Thankfully, he's wearing a t-shirt under it. He hands me his long sleeve. "Thanks," I say quietly. I slip his shirt on. It smells like him.

My mind flashes to the first time Lincoln and I met. He gave me his sweatshirt. Fuck, I need to stop thinking about Lincoln.

We finish eating and then pay. We start walking to the movie theater. Dimitri and Sandra seem a little bit tipsy.

"How about you guys find seats?" Lincoln says to Sandra and Dimitri after we buy tickets.

Sandra nods. "You better get me a slushie," she says. She whispers something to Dimitri and they both giggle. They staunter off.

"You think they're going into the right theater?" I ask.

Lincoln grins and shakes his head. "You get the feeling we're babysitting?" he asks.

I shrug as we move up in the line for concessions. "Yeah, pretty much," I say. Lincoln runs his hands through his hair. "Do you want your shirt back?" I ask.

He shakes his head. "No, you uh.."

"I what?" I ask.

"You look good in it," he says quietly. I blush. "So, you and Dimitri, huh?"

"Yeah," I say smiling. I like Dimitri. I really do.

"When did that happen?" Lincoln asks.

"Halloween," I say. I look at him. "Why do you ask?"

Lincoln shrugs. "I don't know. It's just surprising to me."

"Why is it surprising?" I ask.

He sighs. "Dimitri...he doesn't seem like the best person for you."

I frown. "How would you know? We don't know each other, Lincoln," I tell him. He shakes his head.

"It's crazy," he says. "I'm crazy. But I feel like we know each other. I can't explain it."

His brown eyes look lost. I sigh. "Lincoln, I..." I trail off, trying to find something to say. "I remind you of someone you knew. That's all it is."

"I know. I keep telling myself that. But I..." He's looking away, his eyes searching, like he's trying to figure out what to say. Lincoln sighs and his eyes meet mine. "I can't explain it. But I know that your favorite color is grey, that you love pecan pie. I know you bite your lip when you're thinking. I know all of these things even though I don't know you. I'm wrong, right? Tell me I'm wrong. Tell me I'm crazy."

I run my hands over my face. "You're not crazy," I say. "I don't know how you know those things about me," I say, lying through my teeth. He knows those things about me because he knew me better than anyone. "But they're true."

Something passes over his face. We move up in the concession line.

"Can I get a large cherry slushie and a medium popcorn with extra butter?" Lincoln says. He looks at me. "Do you want anything?"

"Uh, can I get a large soda, half orange, half Coke?" I ask. Lincoln pays and we get handed our concessions.

"It's so weird," he says. "She was the only person that used to have her soda like that."

We don't say anything else as we walk into the theater. To our surprise, Sandra and Dimitri actually managed to find the right theater. I sit next to Dimitri and Lincoln sits next to me. He hands Sandra her slushie.

She giggles as she pulls out a flask and pours it into the slushie. "You and me are gonna get fucked up," she says to Dimitri. He grins and she knocks back the rest of the flask.

I smile to myself and take a drink of my soda as the movie starts. Lincoln touches my shoulder gently and I turn to look at him.

"Can I have a drink of your soda?" he asks. I nod and hand it to him. He reaches over me to put it back and my heart beats too fast.

Sandra passes the slushie to Lincoln He shakes his head and she shrugs, drinking it. "You're not gonna drink?" I whisper to him.

"Not a fan," he says.

I get up and go to the bathroom. I smile into the mirror when I see Lincoln's shirt. I walk back and curse when I can't see a single thing in the theater. It's so dark that I can't even see my hand. I'm pretty sure I have the right seat.

Dimitri's leg brushes mine and I angle my legs towards him. His hand moves to lightly touch my thigh. I smile to myself and lean closer to him.

I frown and blink a few times. He doesn't smell like Dimitri, he smells like Lincoln. My eyes have mostly adjusted to the darkness. I look. It's Lincoln that I'm sitting next to. I went a seat too far. Lincoln's to my left instead of my right.

I know I should move, but I can't bring myself to. His fingers trace light patterns on my leg. I move my hand to brush his. Lincoln laces his hand with mine and moves his thumb along my palm. I shiver.

I have no idea what this means. It's wrong. I know it's wrong, but I can't seem to care. A part of me wonders if I'm still in love with Lincoln; if I ever stopped loving him. If it feels so right, can it really be wrong?

Sandra laughs and guilt floods my mind. It snaps me back into reality. I shake my head and pull away from Lincoln. I sit down in between him and Dimitri. "Sorry, wrong seat," I whisper to Lincoln. His face is blank.

The movie ends and the four of us stand up. Dimitri slings his arm around my shoulders as we walk to the car. Somehow, I end up in between Sandra and Dimitri.

Sandra picks up a piece of my hair. "You're so pretty," she says. I blush.

"That's nice," I say.

Sandra leans forward and hits Lincoln. "Don't you think she's pretty, Lincoln?" He says something that I don't hear. Sandra seems to get bored. "Can we stop at a bar?" she asks.

"We have to get home," Lincoln tells her.

"Stop bein' a pussy," she says. "I wanna go to a bar!"

We pull up in front of an apartment building. "Come on, Dimitri," Sandra says. They giggle and stumble through the lobby. We get on the elevator and then get off on the fifth floor.

Lincoln unlocks the door. "Say goodbye to Dimitri," he tells Sandra. She giggles and pulls Dimitri into the apartment.

"We're just gonna...I'm just gonna show him something," Sandra says. Lincoln shakes his head.

"Uh, would you like to come in?" Lincoln asks. I nod. "Do you want something to drink?"

"Tea, thanks," I say as he leads me to the kitchen. I hear Sandra and Dimitri laughing. "What kind of liquor did Sandra grab?" I ask Lincoln. I sit down at a high table.

He looks around. "Beer surprisingly," he says. He puts a kettle on the stove. "What kind of tea?"

"Chamomile," I say. Lincoln grabs a bag of tea from a cabinet.

"How come you aren't drinking?" he asks.

I point to my ankle monitor. "I can't drink. I'm on trial," I say.

"Oh," Lincoln says. I force a smile.

"Yeah," I say. "I'm not a big fan of drinking in general. I don't like being vulnerable."

Lincoln nods. "My father was a drunk," he tells me. "It ruined the appeal."

The kettle whistles and he pours the water into two mugs. He hands me one and sits next to me.

We sit in comfortable silence for a few minutes. Lincoln stand up and says, "I'm going to go check on them."

I nod and take a drink of my tea. Lincoln walks back in, grinning. "They're both passed out on the floor," he says.

I laugh. "Of course." I yawn and look at my watch. "Uh, I should probably go."

Lincoln shrugs. "Since Dimitri's crashing here, you might as well," he says.

I bite my lip. "Are you sure?" I ask. Lincoln nods. "Um, yeah. Thanks."

"You can sleep in the guest room," he says. Lincoln stand up and starts walking away. I follow him. "There's a bathroom across the hall. Feel free to shower."

"You saying I smell bad?" I ask. His face falls. I grin. "I'm just kidding. Goodnight, Lincoln."

He smiles. "Goodnight, Kincaid." Lincoln walks away and I walk into the bathroom.

I turn on the shower and use the bathroom. I strip down and step into the shower. I try to clear my head.

I need to get over Lincoln.