"Listen, we need to talk…" said Brett, your boyfriend. You two were having a dinner date at a diner in Los Angeles, CA and had just finished eating. Even though it was practically empty, Brett spoke quietly.

"What's up?" you asked, taking another sip of your beverage.

"Um…well, I…" he said, struggling with his words. "I kinda…met someone else…" he said. He was avoiding making eye contact with you. Your heart started pounding as he continued, "You're great, you really are, but she…Um….I really like her…I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm breaking up with you…"

You stared at him, dumbfounded. He shifted uncomfortably in your gaze. After a few moments you whispered "Who is she?"

"What?"

"Who. Is. She," you repeated, louder, holding back tears.

"Oh, um…Elle Brock," he mumbled.

Elle Brock. You couldn't believe it. Elle Brock. Brett was leaving you for Elle Brock. She was one of those girls who could get their daddy to buy them anything they wanted. Not to mention that she was a Grade-A slut. She would literally sleep with a different man every night.

"Please go," you whispered.

"Listen, _, I'm really sor-"

"Just go!" you half shouted, and then broke down crying. Brett got up and left without another word.

You sat there for several minutes sobbing when you saw someone take the seat across from you. "Hey, are you okay, sweetie?" a gentle voice asked. You lifted your head and saw that James Maslow was the one across from you. Your eyes widened and you thought that you were delusional from your break-up. Before you could say anything, the waitress came over with the check.

"Here, I got it," James said and took his wallet out of his pocket. You started to protest, wiping away the tears from you face.

"No, it's alright." He handed her his credit card, and she walked away. You were still in shock that James—JAMES—was sitting right before you.

"Y-you didn't have to do that," you finally choked out. James gave you a small smile.

"I wanted to."

Just then the waitress came back with James' credit card, and you both a nice evening. There was a short pause and you just looked at each other. A million questions ran through your mind. James was the first to speak.

"Are you alright?" he asked. You shook your head 'no.' "Do you want to talk about it?" He must have noticed that you were looking around the diner at the people who were flooding in for the dinner-rush, because he followed by saying, "We can go some place with less people." He stood up and walked over to your side of the table. "Come on, let's get out of here." He offered you his hand. You nodded slowly and took it.

The moment your hands touched you felt a shock go through your entire body. You looked into James' eyes and wondered if he felt it, too. Suddenly, your heart stopped beating. You could no longer hear or see anyone else in the diner. As far as you knew, the entire world stopped. Then, after that brief second, the world started turning. The people were back, and your heart continued beating. James helped you up, and you both quickly let go of each other's hand. You walked out of the diner together, both of you wondering if the other had just felt the same thing.