She couldn't breath, seriously, and she had to hold onto the counter just to stop herself from fainting.
"I guess Florida isn't far enough." she said.
"I had to talk to you."
"Why? John, we've been through this. I don't love you, and why are you chasing me around the country?"
"Because I don't believe you."
Emma threw her arms up in the air and shouted so loudly the manager came running out.
"Why would I lie about that?"
"I don't know, but it as something to do with Shawn, I can tell."
"Miss Flynn, this isn't the place for personal matters." the manager hissed at her, casting a glance at John. "Can you and your friend continue this discussion outside."
"My lunch isn't for another hour, so you'd better go." she told John.
"No, go now. It's ok."
The manager practically pushed her from behind the counter and she stormed out the shop with John following.
"What has Shawn said to you?" Emma demanded without looking at him.
"Nothing new. But it's pretty obvious that there's something else going on and that's why you broke up with me."
"Don't try and analyse me John, really. Why can't you just except what I told you and leave it? Go get a nice rebound girl and leave me here."
"I'm not stupid Emma, so why don't you just tell me."
"There's nothing to tell."
"You're lying."
"I'm not!"
She stopped suddenly when she realised she had no idea where she was walking to and pushed her hair out of her face.
"Don't do this to me John, please, I can't do this."
"Just answer one question and then, I'll leave."
Fine, Emma thought. Fine, whatever. Just go away, leave me alone.
"Ok. What?"
"What's the real reason?"
She couldn't tell him the truth, but she wanted him to go, she wanted to admit defeat, but what would he think of her?
"Because John, you really shouldn't get mixed up with a girl like me, really."
"What's that suppose to mean?"
"I thought it was only one question?" she said and then she turned and went back to work.
Emma didn't want dinner, she lay in her room, in the dark and was proud of herself for not crying. It was dark and every time she shut her eyes she could see John and then flashes of Halley.
"Please don't make me remember that." she whispered putting her hands over her face. "Not now."
But it was too late, it was coming back to her…
John felt like a stalker parked outside the Flynn House, but he had ninety minutes left and he didn't come this far just to leave it this way. He need answers, and, god forbid he should sound like a character from a chick flick, he need closure. John took a deep breath, opened the car door and stepped out.