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Seth had been given a key to her place on new years eve, once their relationship had gone public and he was able to come up to her flat without people being spreading rumors as to why he was there. Over the rustling of the paper bag their dinner had arrived in, she hadn't heard him enter, peering around the corner to see him standing in the doorway when he knocked to let her know he had arrived. "In here," she called out, sorting out the different Italian plates she had gotten for them to choose from, placing them on the dining room table where plates had been set up. Once she was certain everything was laid out, she stepped back from the table and turned towards Seth.

"I thought you might be hungry," she said as explanation for the amount of food on the table. In all honesty she was too busy thinking about what this conversation was about to entail instead of trying to decide what she wanted, so she had just wound up ordering 4 different kinds of pasta. It was more food than they could eat in one sitting - hell, it was probably more than they could eat in two, even though they both had quite the appetite - but she had kind of panicked on the phone.

Upon getting a closer look at his face, she could see something was bothering him. "Everything alright?" She asked cautiously, wondering if something had happened at practice or if he was thinking about something else. Either way, he had something on his mind.