Patrick smiled at his girlfriend. He wanted to marry her. If he was going to do that, though, he would have to get help. Would she stay with him if he told her about it all? Would she help him? She had to... Though.. She didn't. He cheated on her.. At least three times a day. Though, she probably wouldn't be able to guess it. He was always trying to get under her skirt.

Turning back to the other couple, he let his arm slip down her back wrapping around her waist and actually moving her chair closer to his. He took another sip of his coffee. "I doubt that she would end up on the 'wall of shame'." He observed. He saw the way the two of them looked at each other, it was a lot of love. He looked at Ava the same way, but there was guilt in his eyes. "Buck up, Ellie." He said, flashing a charming smile. "You will find something."

Ava was thinking the same thing that he was. She smiled back at him. knowing that this was the man that she wanted to marry. Yes, she cared for Damion but it was nothing to what she felt for Patrick. However, he'd have to know about her and Damion for that to happen, and then he'd probably break up with her, beat up one of his best friends and get out of both of their lives forever. She couldn't deal with that. She couldn't watch him walk out of her life forever. She snuggled into him a little as he wrapped his arm around her, and her head instinctively rested on his shoulder.

When the topic of the 'wall of shame' was brought up, Ava's gaze flicked to Damion for a moment before heading back to Patrick. She hated that she was doing this behind his back, but it was just something that had happened over time, and she'd come to enjoy.

Ellie also shuffled a little when the wall of shame was mentioned. The first time Mark came home and told her of it, she laughed as she thought she could never let another man touch he... until she lost her jo and went into a depressive phase.

'I Love you Mark, you make me laugh' She said trying to get off the subject of cheating.

The man from the other table stood up to leave, as he walked past the table he smiled at Ellie... of course he wouldn't know exactly who she was, he probably thought she was the daughter of one of his friends but she knew exactly where he was from.

Her mind began to drift from client to client, maybe she needed a better disguise when she was with them... maybe some different coloured contancts.

She roused herself back into the conversation with her friends hoping she hadn't spaced out for too long.