Beck remembers now.

The Sandy Isle Diner is the same diner that his ex-girlfriend's grandparents purchased the summer before their junior year of high school. He and Jade had helped them paint both the interior and the exterior of the building, and he had even helped her grandfather install the sinks in the customer bathrooms. It took actually seeing the building to remind him, but he knows now why the name on the locations list had seemed so familiar to him.

It's changed quite a bit since the last time he was there. Granted, he's thirty-four now, and he expects things to be different than they were back then. The walls in the diner are light blue now, a stark difference from the beige he had helped paint them all those years ago. Now it smells like a diner too, and has booths and tables, it's not just an empty room with large windows that smells like fresh paint. There are frames hanging on the walls now too, some are larger than others. Some have artwork, but some have photographs of what appear to be customers that have visited over the years. Beck makes a note to examine them closer later if he gets the chance, maybe he'll spot a picture of Jade or her younger brother, Tyler.

It's the first time that he's thought about Jade West in a very long time. The night that she broke up with him, he had been so angry at her for not being supportive of his new success. He supposes that he still is. Over time his anger hadn't really faded it was just...forgotten. Now being back in this place that reminds him of her, he can't help but be a bit upset again. He had been so in love with her, and she threw him away like he was nothing because of what? A few comments he made? Jealousy of his newfound success?

"We should be ready to go in thirty minutes!" Someone yells, drawing Beck back to reality

Thirty minutes is a long time, at least on set. His trailer is parked right down the street, he could go back and watch TV or maybe try to call Ericka. Or he could look around at the photographs on the walls, but he might get in the way of the crew trying to set up the lighting. He figures he'll use the bathroom first, and then go from there.

He can't remember if the sink is the same or not, not that it really matters to him if it is. Maybe it would make a good story when he hangs out with his castmates later. When he exits the bathroom he notices that the door to the owner's office at the end of the hallway is slightly ajar. He stands in place for a moment, trying to decide if he should go in or not. His anger is with Jade, not her grandparents...but there's a chance they could have sold the diner at some point in the past nineteen years and someone completely different from who he is expecting is behind that door.

He decides to take the chance.

"Hello?" He says quietly as he pushes the door open "Is anyone..."

"Mr. Oliver..." Judy Brewer looks up from the computer "I was wondering if you and I might be running into each other at some point."

"Hey, Judy." Beck smiles "How've you-"

"That's Mrs. Brewer to you, young man." Judy cuts him off "You may be a big hollywood star now, but you should still respect your elders."

Beck is taken aback slightly by her tone, even as a teenager she had allowed him to call her by her first name. Now he would think that with he himself being older and being one of the biggest stars in the industry...that would be allowed to continue.

"Mrs. Brewer..." He corrects himself with a slow nod "How've you been?"

"Alright, I suppose." Judy shrugs "I see you're all grown up now."

"I am." Beck grins "Thirty-four now."

"I know that, you're the same age as Jade."

Jade would still be thirty-three, her birthday isn't until July. Beck thinks to himself

Why does he remember that? He shouldn't remember that.

"How is Jade?" He asks her "And Tyler?"

He only asks to be polite, he doesn't actually care. As soon as she gives him an answer, he'll go back out to his trailer. He's been courteous enough for today.

"Tyler is twenty-six. He lives in Pasadena with his girlfriend. He works for Google." Judy tells him "As for Jade, you can ask her for yourself when she gets here."

"Jade is-"

"Alright, Avery is with Carly for the day so she'll at least be-" Jade stops when she enters the small office and sees Beck, then turns to her grandmother "A small warning would have been nice."

"He's been here less than three minutes." Judy shrugs as she stands up from the chair "I'll let you two catch up. If you need me, I'll be...well, I'll be somewhere."

Beck is more than surprised that Jade is there in Charleston. It's not that far from Duke and from North Carolina so it's not completely unreasonable, but he figured she was off in New York or in Los Angeles somewhere. She had wanted to be a screenwriter. What the hell is a screenwriter doing in a sleepy little beach town in the Southeast?

"Beck." Jade nods as she sets her purse down

"Jade." Beck nods back

"I would ask how you've been, but your life is pretty public." Jade sighs

"I would ask how you've been, but I don't really care." Beck admits

"Good, so we'll just stay out of each other's hair for the next few days and then get on with our lives." Jade tells him "Fine with me."

"Same here."

Beck turns to go, but something stops him. Maybe it's curiosity, maybe it's his pride, he doesn't know. But he turns around regardless.

"What the hell are you doing here, Jade?"

"I work here."

"You do?"

"I co-own this place with my grandma." Jade tells him "I'm a writer, but I also help out here."

"Huh..." Is all Beck can say

"You're more famous than me." Jade says to him "That make you happy?"

"I never wished for you to be unsuccessful." Beck tells her "I just wanted you to be supportive of my career."

"And I'm not unsuccessful." Jade tells him "I've written three best-selling novels. I have 1.2 million instagram followers, and I was one of the Time 100 three years ago. I was never unsupportive of your career, either. I wanted nothing but fantastic things for you...I just couldn't stand being a narcissist's girlfriend. Everything was always about you."

"Yeah, well..." Beck kicks uncomfortably at the ground "I have 24 million instagram followers."

"I rest my case." Jade rolls her eyes "Don't they need you for something?"

"I have another twenty or so minutes."

"Wouldn't you rather be somewhere else then?"

"I don't understand why you couldn't just be happy for me, Jade." Beck continues

Jade tries her best not to groan. She had purposely come in later than usual today with the hope that filming would already be in progress and she wouldn't have to interact with Beck at all. Even now, when he's clearly irritated with her, he can't seem to leave her office. It's hard for her to be in the same room as him. Even though they have all of the history that they do between them, the end of their relationship had been horrible. If their graduation weekend had gone different, if Beck hadn't allowed the industry to swallow him whole, maybe they would still be together. Maybe they would've raised Avery together, as a family. Maybe they would have more kids by now...or maybe not. Maybe they would've stayed together momentarily, gotten married either, but still had a horrible breakup somewhere along the way.

She decides not to torture herself with the 'what if's. Beck gave her Avery, and she'll always be thankful to him for that, but she needs to remember why she broke up with him and why she didn't want him to be part of Avery's life in the first place.

"I was happy for you." She shakes her head "I was proud of you, I still am I guess. You achieved everything that you hoped you would...but that came at the cost of the parts of you that made me love you. I told you that when we broke up, I'm telling you that now...you can choose to either believe it or not but it's not going to change anything. And you can't even tell me that I'm the only one you've lost because of it, because I still talk to Andre and Robbie regularly and I know that you don't."

Beck had all but almost forgotten about Andre Harris and Robbie Shapiro. They cut him out of their lives in college for the same reasons Jade had broken up with him. He hadn't been at their weddings, he's never met any of their children, they don't talk anymore. Although in Beck's mind, it's because they were jealous of his fame too.

"Whatever." Beck scoffs, walking towards the office door "Put up with me for a few days and then I'll be back on my way out of your life."

"That's what we just agreed on two minutes ago."

"Fine." Beck is about to walk out the door when he notices a picture frame hanging on the wall "Who's this?"

"That's me and my mom and my grandma." Jade looks up to see which picture he's referring to, there's a few framed and on the walls "Last Christmas."

"Well no shit, I recognize them." Beck rolls his eyes "Who's the other girl? She looks just like you."

Almost a spitting image, actually. Beck feels like he's looking at a picture of teenage Jade, only this girl's eyes are much darker than his ex-girlfriend's are. Otherwise, the two of them could be twins.

"That's..." Jade hesitates "My daughter. Avery."

"How old is she?"

"Fourteen." Jade lies

Well...it isn't a complete lie. The picture had been taken at Christmastime, before Avery had turned fifteen. She is technically fourteen in the photograph, but she isn't fourteen now.

"So, you had her young then?"

"I did."

"Where's her dad?"

"Not around."

"So, you raised her yourself?"

"Sure did."

"Good for you." Beck tells her, genuinely "I...if there's anyone who could, it's you. I'm sure she's great."

If anything, he's relieved that the math doesn't work out. A baby born fourteen years ago would have had to have been conceived at least a year after he and Jade broke up. In the picture it appears that the girl has dark eyes like he does but a majority of the population does, and darker eyes are a trait more dominantly inherited than lighter ones are. The girl isn't his and thank goodness for that, the last thing he needs right now is a tabloid story about a secret lovechild he didn't know existed.

"Yeah, she's pretty awesome." Jade can't help but smile, but then she remembers who she's talking to "I have work do to and you have a movie to make."

"Right." Beck nods "I'll go."

"Don't let the door hit you in the way out!"