She hadn't forgotten their agreement, but she wasn't sure if he had. Voile could not come right out and ask about it either. That required a direct approach and if she was going to admit to something, it was that while she didn't like roundabout methods, she was certainly guilty of them. Most of the time. The whole concept was a bit childish, which she supposed fit her in some odd way.

Hugging a sketchbook to her chest, she stared long and hard at the door to Seth and Blake's room. She'd still never met the latter, didn't even really know much about him - except that she liked the name. Blake. Simple and yet... unique. She was pretty sure she'd never known anyone with the same. But then, Seth was the same way.

Except she knew Seth.

Finally, she swallowed her doubts and uncertainties and with a soft knock, rapped upon the door.