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“I don’t get it. You just fought off the Hordes of Hell, and some psychotic chick that Darwin could have wrote an entire book on, and [i]this[/i] makes you nervous?” Eric said as he passed the mop over the glimmering surface of the dance floor one last time.

After weeks of anticipation, the club that Eric and Scott had been working feverishly to get ready on time was going to be opening its doors for the first time. They had worked day and night getting the worn down old building into shape and up to code. It was because of this, that Scott, who was usually the very definition of confident, found himself uncharacteristically nervous. What if all their hard work had been for nothing? What if The Hub failed to live up to its name?

“I don’t know what it is, but yeah. I’m nervous.” Scott admitted.

Eric was more than Scott’s best friend and business partner. If it hadn’t been for Eric, there would be no club. Not only had it been Eric’s idea, but it was also Eric who, while Scott was out saving the world as his blue and silver clad alter ego, had done most of the heavy lifting to get the club ready for the grand opening. 

“It’ll be fine. I’ve canvassed the city with flyers. I’ve posted the details all over the web, and I got Mr. Brady’s kids acting like a street team letting everyone who doesn’t already, know that this is happening tonight.” Eric said proudly. “We’ll be fine, you’ll see.”

Scott was about to say something, but was interrupted by the sound of knocking at the front door of the club. Scott looked to Eric, who just grinned, as if he suspected that this was an early arrival to The Hub’s grand opening.

“I’ll check to see who it is.” Scott said as he made his way toward the front door, not giving Eric the chance to protest. Scott had no idea who could be coming to the door this early, they hadn’t been expecting anyone, and with everything that had happened within the last few days, he wasn’t sure that whoever it was had good intentions. However, when he got to the double glass doors and peered through the steel bars that protected the club should anyone decide to smash their way in after hours, he felt a wave of relief wash over him.

“Amber.” He said as he unsecured the bars and opened the door for her. “Come on in.” he finished, smiling.

“Hey, I’d love to but I don’t have time. I have to get to the airport.” She said hurriedly.

“You’re going somewhere?” Scott asked, genuinely surprised.

“Yeah, I’m leaving town.” Amber said, her voice a mix of matter of fact confirmation and regret.

“What? Why?” Scott asked, genuinely surprised.

“Why?” Amber repeated. “Scott, why would anybody actually want to live here?”

“I-“ Scott started to say before Amber interrupted his thought.

“The crime rate is out of control, there’s always some sort of superhuman threat…hell, we just survived a demon apocalypse. No sane person would want to live here. So I’m getting out while I can.” She explained.

“Where are you going?” Scott asked, still in shock over the revelation.

“My sister has a place in Pacific Point.” She said, pausing for a moment. “Scott, why don’t you come with me? There’s plenty of room and we could eventually get our own place.”

“Amber, I’d love to….but I can’t. I can’t leave now, I…I have responsibilities here.” He said, a bit of regret in his voice.

“Responsibilities? Like what? The club hasn’t even opened yet, and Eric can handle things from here.” She said, her voice almost pleading.

Amber was the girl that Scott had wanted from the moment he got to Lost Haven, and though he had tried to resist his feelings for her, he wasn’t able to do it. And now, she was going to leave him, just like…

“I’m sorry, I just can’t leave now.” Scott said finally, ripping out his heart in the process.

“Alright.” Amber said as tears threatened to ruin her mascara. “Well listen, you keep in touch...and if you change your mind, let me know….but I have to run, my plane leaves in a couple of hours and I have to check in.” She finished, forcing a smile.

Before she could depart, she leaned in and wrapped her arms around Scott, giving him a big hug, the power of which surprised even him. Then, before she let go, she reached up and gave him a lingering goodbye kiss.

“Promise me you’ll keep in touch.” Was all she said as she let go and collected her small suitcase before disappearing down the street.

All Scott could do was watch as she walked out of view. When she was finally gone, he turned around and went back inside the club, his legs feeling like lead as he picked up the mop and again went over the already glistening dance floor, just one last time.