"Hi," Austin said sheepishly. "Ally."

Ally shoved a file into the box she was packing, placing it in the back of the store. "Hi."

"You coming to the concert tomorrow?" Austin asked.

"Can't disappoint the kids," she whispered.

"Dez is bringing his daughter along as well, should be fun," Austin said. "The last verse…um," he continued, throat going dry.

"Yeah?" she asked.

"I'm sorry," he said.

She sighed and pressed her fingers to her temple, as if she was attempting to hold herself together.

"Well, you know, life isn't a fairy tale, and I have to grow up…" she said. "I'm gonna do that in Florida."

"That's ridiculous!" Austin said. "No one grows up in Florida, unless they're an orange!"

"I'm managing the new Weight-Not branch in Boca," Ally said.

"You should be writing, not fighting obesity!" Austin said.

"Austin, you said it yourself. I need to grow up. So I am," Ally murmured.

"Ally…" he said. "I can't…I can't do it, without you. I need you."

"You don't need me," she said, turning around and letting a bittersweet smile plaster itself on her face. "I'm the one that screws everything up, remember?"

"I didn't mean it. I was mad, half drunk from the party," Austin said. "Please."

"People say things they're too afraid to say sober when they're drunk," Ally said, "not things that are far from true."

"I told a fat old lady she was beautiful!" Austin said. "I think that's not always the case."

"Whatever, Austin," Ally said. "I'll see you at the concert."