Adele lets out a long sigh, leaning into Florian when he kisses the side of her head. She wanted so badly to seem as confident and composed as Florian did at this moment, but she wasn't - she was terrified and upset, and still feeling very ill on top of that. Her fingers nervously twist the end of Florian's robe, but she still nods when he asks her if she trusts him. "Of course I trust you, bien-aimé. It is what happens before everything works out that I am afraid of," she says, trying to stay honest to Florian about her feelings without making him feel like she didn't trust or believe that he would protect them with all that he had. The heavy knock on the front door sent an immediate chill throughout her body as she freezes, too afraid to move or even breath. She's snapped out of it when she hears Florian. Adele slides out of the bed, wrapping her arms around her stomach as she peaks down the hallway, catching only a glimpse of the front door from the doorway of her bedroom. She looks back at Florian, a confused and worried look on her face. "Should we answer...?"

Adele backs away the moment Florian tells her to go back to bed. You didn't have to tell her twice to get away from whatever could be behind that door. She was just happy that she had been given somewhat permission to be afraid of whatever was on the other side. When she hears whoever it is call from the other side, she feels her body relax, but mentally she knows that there is still danger in opening the door. "I didn't know you ordered me flowers..." She says softly, giving him a small smile - the best that she could manage when her brain was going at a 100 miles per hour. She nods when he says that they're both being a little bit jumpy, but she thinks that they have ever right to be. "Tell him to leave the flowers on the porch. I don't want to open that door to anybody." She bites her lip.

Adele gives a small giggle when Florian tells her about the surprise that had now been ruined for her. "You are always so sweet to me, Florian. What will I ever do to repay you?" She asks with a coy smile, making a mental note to rock his world once she was feeling better. She slides back into bed and pulls the covers up to her shoulders as she lays down, closing her eyes, much more relaxed now that Florian seemed to have control over the situation. He had eliminated all fear in her mind of what could be on the other side of that door other than a friendly French florist. She sighs as she lays there, her brain starting to give into the grogginess that the food poisoning caused until she hears the sound of a body dropping to the floor and the door shutting and locking. Her eyes immediately fly open as she lays there in bed, wondering what her next move should be. "F... Florian?" She calls softly, hoping that it's him that answers.

Adele sits in fear as she listens to the footsteps drawing closer and closer to the door. When she finally sees his face, she lets out an ear-piercing shriek, scrambling around of the bed and running to the corner farthest away from the door. "Éloignez-vous de moi! S'il vous plaît, je vais vous donner ce que vous voulez - l'argent, rien - juste s'il vous plaît ne pas me blesser ou Florian," she quickly says, her voice soft and breathy as she backs herself into the corner, wanting to be as far away from this man as possible.

Hearing Serj say her name made her feel sick to her stomach in a way that could only be envied by the food poisoning. On the dresser beside her was a single, small, skinny candlestick - she grabs it and holds it like a bat. "S'il vous plaît, ne venez pas plus près," she says to him, her voice soft but strong when he starts to walk closer to her. She realized now that this stalker of hers wasn't just a demented person set on making her and Florian's lives more difficult, but was actually somebody very much obsessed with her. That would make it even more difficult to get him to go away. She holds the candlestick out, the large base of it first, trying to maintain a large distance between the two of them. Her hands shake as she does so, but she never takes her eyes off of him. She was angry that Serj had shaken their entire lives so much. Florian was perfect, their relationship was perfect, their life was perfect... but then he had to show back up. "Tu n'es rien pour moi," she says back to him, her voice dripping with hatred.

Adele holds back a gag when Serj calls her his beautiful angel. The mixture of anger and disgust that she felt towards the man made her feel sick to his stomach, but she also felt a lot of sympathy towards him. He was obviously mentally disturbed. "Restez! Restez-y!" She screams when he starts to walk towards her again as she swings the candlestick in front of her like one would swing a torch of fire to ward off wild animals in the forest. "Nous parlerons, mais tu ne pouvais pas venir plus près. S'il vous plaît." She gives him the warmest smile that she could possibly muster in this situation, hoping that if she is nice and friendly to him, he will listen to her and no more harm will come to her or Florian. She bites her lip when she thinks about her boyfriend, hoping that Serj did not hurt him too terribly badly.

Adele lowers the candlestick a little when Serj sits, her heartbeat slowing down to an almost normal tempo. Things seemed less tense now that he was sitting, and she was still standing. Almost like she had a little bit of power over the situation. "Je préfère rester," She says softly, still trying to keep that smile on her face as she slowly started moving out from the corner and to the center of the room, closer to Serj. She was terrified to be close to him, but she knew she had to incapacitate him somehow if she was ever going to get away. "Dites-moi comment parfait, nous serions ensemble," she asks, playing into his fantasy as she moves.

"Oui, cela semble belle," Adele says softly, candlestick still in hand but lowered to the point where it no longer seemed threatening. She takes another couple cautious step towards him, biting the side of her mouth so that she doesn't say the wrong thing and make him aware that she's only playing along with his delusion. She gets closer, she tightens the grip on candlestick. "Votre Déesse? C'est très gentil de votre part," she says honestly, a hesitation in her movement before she put her arm up and went to bludgeoning Serj with the candlestick.

Adele lets out a cry of frustration mixed with complete hopelessness when Serj grabs her arm, stopping her only plan in getting away from him. Tears start flowing down her cheeks, his rough grip on her arm scaring her more than hurting her. "Please don't hurt me," she whisper, her voice shaking out of both fear and from crying. "Please just go away. I can't help you. You need real help. You need to go to a hospital. Please." Her voice sounds desperate and pitiful as she speaks to him, wishing that Florian were here to protect her. She couldn't meet Serj's eyes. As crazy as it sounded, she actually felt bad for trying to attack him. She knew that it was out of self defense, and it was the only way she saw that she could get away from him, but the look of pure betrayal in his eyes made her feel ill. He loved her - or at least thought that he did - and he was obviously crazy, unable to think clearly. As insane and violent as he was, even Adele understood that in Serj's mind, he had her best interest at heart. "I don't love you," she says softly. "I'm sorry." She was honestly sorry, too. With the right amount of medication and therapy, she could see that Serj could be a perfectly wonderful person. But he had made her life a living hell, and had hurt the man that she truly did love too many times, and when this torment came to a close and Serj was arrested - if this ever came to a close and he was arrested - she wouldn't think twice about pressing charges.

Kellin was feeling nervous, which was a strange sensation for him. Normally he was ripe with confidence and good to go, but tonight he was worried - he so wanted to impress Ansley, but he had a strange feeling he wasn't good enough for her. She was very attractive, massively successful, and hung out with some of the world's best and brightest, while he was only starting out with his career. As he stares into his mirror, preparing for their date he takes a deep breath laced with nerves and excitement. He wanted to really impress her, because he liked her a lot, so he was dressed in a smart checked shirt, a pair of black jeans and some Vans. He had also changed his gauges from black to white because he thought it made him look a little dressier.