Chloe stops at Two Whales, checking her phone once again. If Max needs advice, she'll give her some. They're best friends and the punk knows that she has to stand by Max. She walks in and sees the photographer immediately. She smiles as she jumps in the booth.

'Hey Mad Max, what's up?'

'Hi, Chloe.' she greets her quietly.

'Come on hippie, tell me what's bothering you!'

'I need some serious advice.'

'Meaning?'

'You know I have this guy I kinda like…'

'Yeah, the nerd called… Darren?'

'Warren. Yeah, it's him.'

'So?'

'We're having fun together. It's cool and all but sometimes I guess we're not on the same page.'

'What do you mean?'

'I think we could take it to the next level and in some moments I feel like he's absolutely ready to. Then he just slows down, like he would be hesitating'

'Maybe he doesn't wanna fuck things up.' she shrugs.

'Should I make a move?'

'I don't know. If he's unsure, you just shouldn't.'

'What do you mean? I shouldn't go for it?'

'I personally wouldn't. He should take the next step, not you. Honestly, I don't think he'd worth it.'

'Well, okay. I will, anyway.'

'Why did you ask for advice then? It's okay' she got angry in a moment 'Okay, go for it then. But when your heart breaks, don't come and cry to me'

'Woah, Chloe Price, you should take it back!'

'No. Not this time, Max. I don't wanna be right, but I have a bad feeling about this.'

'Don't be right. You won't be' she stands up and rushes out of the diner.

Chloe brushes off her face. After a few minutes she gets out too, gets in her car and drives home, full of anger. By the time she gets in her room her anger turns to sadness. She turns some depressive music on, then she lies on her bed and lights a cigarette. Her tears break through.

'She doesn't understand' she cries quietly 'that I worry for her. That I don't want her to be hurt. To disappoint. To suffer.'

She ends up hugging her pillow, crying for hours. She gets her phone and starts typing.

'Max, I'm sorry. I know I suck. I should be by your side. I just don't want you to disappoint. I'm just worried for you. I'm sorry. I'm not against this guy, I'm just afraid you're gonna end up hurt. I'm sorry, Max.'

Minutes pass until the response. Chloe immediately grabs her phone.

'Chloe, the main issue was not that I felt like you're against that I want a relationship with Warren. You really hurt me when you said that I shouldn't cry to you. I thought we were friends, that means you should support me.'

'I support you. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. You can always come to me. I over worried this shit. I'm sorry.'

'Thanks for apologizing. You don't have to tell me a million times. It's not that. But you hurt me. Very much. But I get it, you're sorry.'

'I know. I dragged you on my emotional rollercoaster and that wasn't right. I shouldn't have done that. I just don't want you to ever experience a heart break. I'm worried for you.'

'It's okay, but that's not your task. When I'm happy you should fly with me. When I'm sad you should cry with me. That's all.'

'I know. I'm with you, Max…'

She squeezes her pillow tight, she starts crying again.

'Max… What would happen to us now? I'm worried for you. I can't lose you too…'