She stands in the rain for a while. It seems fitting. She's cold and wet and so sad. She deserves to be happy, she's thinking; when she turns and sees him.

It slips out though she holds it in. Internship, she's thinking, New York, New York; loveyoutoolateI'msorry she says but it'strue, it'strue, it's true.

Then she's running, running. She climbs into the car and sticks the key into ignition; presses on gas so hard it's like she's started to move even before the wheels.

Her cellphone rings.

Pam. A breathy chuckle.

She shouldn't have said -

I didn't say I can't.