A/N: thanks for the reviews! You guys love. Geez, I just realized my 5834958 typos, in the last chapter…Miley's HAIR was straight. And many other things. Hopefully you can make sense of it.

Lilly felt her throat start to close up. This couldn't be happening…it wasn't real. Maybe she was dreaming.

Or maybe not.

She started walking away. Quickly. She clutched her purse to her side and didn't look back, until she heard running footsteps and a voice.

"Lilly! Wait!"

She turned and saw Oliver, in a nice looking suit, jogging towards her. He leaned forward, palms on his knees, gasping for breath. "Hi."

Be an adult, Lilly, she reminded herself. Resist your urges to swing your bag at him. "Hi."

Awkward. It reminded her of that moment, so many years ago, when a boy had asked a girl to dance.

"How…" he searched for the right question. "How have you been?"

"Fine," she said shortly. "You?"

"Good." Not great. "Real good. I…I'm a lawyer now." Stupid, Oliver! He thought to himself.

"I figured," she replied with a small smile.

"How's Miley?"

"Miley Ryan? She's good."

He looked taken aback. "Wow. Finally tied the knot, huh? Did she ever…you know, tell people?"

"Nope," said Lilly. She couldn't believe they were discussing Miley, but whatever. "After Hannah Montana faded out, she still kind of kept her mouth shut. She still does a few concerts, at oldies festivals and stuff."

Oliver swallowed. So Hannah Montana was the oldies, now? Geez, how long had it been? "And…you? You're good?"

"Yes," she said. "I…design now. Clothes, mostly funky hats. Lilly's, you might've heard of them?"

"That's you?" He asked, surprised. "Wow." He looked around uncomfortably. What were they doing, standing out on the sidewalk? He should be at work. She shouldn't be here. "What are you doing here? Work stuff?"

"Yeah, I'm still in Malibu," she replied. "But I have a conference thing up here…I forgot you were here now." Lies. How could she forget?

"Well…we should…have coffee," he said desperately. "Tonight or something. How long are you in town?"

"Oliver…"

"All week?"

"Oliver, no. I can't."

She turned and walked away.

He sat there, watching her go, and let her walk away. For the second time in his life.

Something told him to go after her. He knew that that was what she wanted, it was always what she had wanted. For him to come after her, to save her. But he couldn't.

Instead, he went to his office and realized he didn't even have her cell number. For Heaven's sake, she must have a new cell number. He took a chance and dialed it anyway, and to his surprise, it started ringing. There was no answer, but a voice message system, one of those automatic ones. He hoped it was her and started talking.

"Lilly? Look, I know…I know things are weird. But I don't want them to be. Look…if you get this, come to the Java Cat at 6:00 tonight. It's on the corner of 5th and Broadway. Okay? Please come, Lilly. Please." He took a deep breath, then shook his head and hung up. He dialed another number.

"Cathy, sweetie? Hi, it's Oliver. I'm going to be late tonight, I have a huge meeting…"