Olivia stumbles into the other woman's apartment, the stench of the bar still clinging to her clothes. This woman is much different from the last she slept with (the only person she ever loved), and that's strangely comforting (even if Cabot runs through her mind in an endless loop).

Olivia's shirt is discarded as her mouth moves to the newly bare stomach. Olivia slides her hands through the shorter, darker hair, arching against lips that don't feel like those of a former lover. But her name's Alex, so she doesn't know that when Olivia comes, she's thinking about someone else.