After he destroys her, she sits on the edge of the fountain and embarrassingly, publicly cries her eyes out.
After she calms down a bit she stares at her cell phone and considers who should she call for a ride, who she could possibly confess to that her boyfriend had just dumped her in New York because he's in love with their receptionist and he was now driving back to Scranton without her and meanwhile she needs someone to take her home. She thinks further that she doesn't actually need a ride home, she needs a ride back to Scranton, PA, the home of her ex-boyfriend who just abandoned her in another state.
This train of thought simply leads to her to consider tossing her phone in the fountain and disappearing into obscurity to avoid the absurd humiliation of it all.
Instead, she gets up from the edge of the fountain and ignores the curious eyes of various onlookers and begins wandering around the city as an excuse not to admit to herself or anyone else what had just transpired. She thinks of all her well-laid plans, remembers her future as she had imagined it only hours ago; an apartment together in the city (it would be silly and expensive to live separately in New York, right?), away from his past and his heartbreak, away from the looks and confessions, a place where nothing was left to distract him from her. A place free of long talks and long nights and days of tension and jealousy and now everything she had feared and worked so hard against had beaten her afterall. She'd tried to win against it, but he had wanted her to lose, so she had. It had been so easy for him to let her lose.
She cries again in front of a GAP, staring at the tank tops and shorts from their new summer line. She notices her reflection then, her makeup streaked and smeared where it had looked so nice before, so professional and put together, and she cries harder because he couldn't bring himself to love her. Even her best, her most manicured and presentable and confident self, he couldn't love. He couldn't even really try.
She uses the bathroom at a McDonald's to wash her face and reapply her makeup. She practices smiling a few times before finally calling a friend, hears herself say Jim and I broke up like it isn't killing her inside.