"So should we go to one of those tourist attractions...," he starts to say.

"I'm good for just a hot dog off a truck," I tell him.

He looks at me like a girl has never told him they want food on wheels. If you know where to go you can find the perfect hot dog. He smirks and nods.

"I know this great guy he's..."

"Tony?" I question. His eyes widen.

"Yes! You've had his dogs before?" he asks.

"He's like the perfect post skating lunch," I say.

"You got that right," he says.

We've already started walking in that direction, with our bags thrown over our shoulders. It's not too far and it's a gorgeous day out to walk. It's getting a bit on the warm side and I feel all sweaty and gross from skating, but he doesn't seem to care. We reach the cart and order our hot dogs, Tony seems to have the best tasting ones within walking distance. We decide to head back to the park to eat the hot dogs. It only takes us a few minutes and we sit down pop our soda cans and devour our hot dogs.

"So I got asked to help manage the Galaxy," I tell him.

"The club? Wow," he says.

"Yeah and Henry was asked to take it over," I say. He nods his head.

"Henry would do amazing," he says with a mouthful of hot dog.

"Right? I think so too. I'm not sure what I'm doing. I kind of want to go back to school maybe conquer my dancing fear. If I can dance every week at the club without issues I'm sure I'd be okay..."

"Thinking of Julliard?" he questions.

"I don't know there's got to be something less competitive out there maybe just to ease me back into the world of dance," I say.

"My sister went to the University of Washington, they have a department of dance..."

"Why does everyone I know go to there?" I laugh to myself.

"Who?" he asks.

"My cousin, but she didn't study dance. She graduated recently, said it's a great school," I say.

I can't believe how many people in my life have been involved with the state of Washington. It's strange, but my stomach does a weird flip thinking about Washington. Why does everything keep bringing me back to Jace? Life needs to stop throwing him in my face, especially since I thought I was over it all.

"It's not Julliard or New York, but from what I hear the program is really good," he tells me.

"I'll have to look into it," I say with a smile.

If I was a normal girl I'd rush home and google it right away. Then I'd run to Jace and tell him that I found the perfect school for me in Washington, we'd get on a plane and live happily ever after. I'm not normal and it's the dumbest idea I've ever had in my life. I sigh. I'm starting to think he's also clingy girl from Wedding Crashers, because in invades my mind too much.

"So I'm going to Tampa in a few weeks, going to compete," he says with a smile.

"Skateboard?" I question. He nods still chewing.

"Yes, I'm so pumped for this," he tells me.

"I'm happy for you. When you come back you have to tell me everything," I say.

"Why have you never done any?" he asks. I laugh nearly spitting out my hot dog.

"I'm not that good," I say.

"You never know," he says. "Maybe for the next one you could come with me?" he suggests.

I almost choke on my hot dog, but catch myself. I knew Matt had a thing for me, but I'm not sure I have a thing for him. My brain is still all mushed from this mess I got myself into with Jace. I feel like I can't dig any deeper with Matt until I figure this thing out. Why would I need to figure it out when I know what I feel for him isn't real? Right? There's no way my feelings for Jace are real. I only felt hurt because I was stood up. That's all. I feel nothing. Nothing. Nothing. I should go.

"Um... yeah maybe," I stumble over my words. "Would I be a complete dick if I said I needed to go?" I question him.

He smiles and it's genuine. I hate that I'm making him feel bad. I like Matt I really do, I just oh my god. I've been trying to deny my damn feelings for so long.

"No, it's okay. I kind of jumped the gun there didn't I? I mean I didn't even ask you on a proper date and here I am inviting you on a trip," he laughs.

"Maybe if I can get my head on straight we can go on that date..."

"Take your time Faith, I'll be here," he says.

"Thanks Matt," I say.

"Anytime."

"You better update me when you do go or I'll kick your ass," I say standing.

"Yes Mam," he says standing too.

He crumbles the left over wrapper in his hand and smiles.

"See you soon," I say.

I give him one of those really awkward kisses on the cheek. The ones you see in the movies where it half hits your lips and half not. We smile and look down before walking away. I don't know where I'm going now, but I'm not sure I can go home just yet. I have too much to think about to just go home. I don't have work until tomorrow so I have all day. I look at my phone without checking messages and shut it off. Today I'm taking the day for me, don't know where I'll end up but hopefully it will lead me in the right direction.

***

I walk into the apartment around nine at night. I've been wandering the city all day just thinking about things. I think about how stupid it would be to even consider giving Jace a chance. I think about how great it would be to date someone like Matt. We have a lot of common interests and we could travel to competitions all over. We'd be like one of those couples that you see on social media that are on vacation every other week. Then there's Jace I could be with him, but I'd have to hide the relationship. I'd have to hide it from my family and keep him my dirty little secret. I'd have to risk them finding out, and risk being broken because let's face it once a cheater always a cheater.

The apartment is dark so I'm assuming everyone is out. I flip on the light switch and notice a black cashmere glove on the floor. It doesn't look like any of our gloves, plus it's been in the sixties so all of the gloves have pretty much been put away. I bend down and pick it up. I hear it crinkle a bit. Inside is a receipt. I drop my bags and start to take the paper out of it when the door flies open. Nicole stand there relief on her face.

"Oh my god I've been worried about you all day! Why'd you turn off your phone," she yells at me.

"I'm sorry I needed..."

"I nearly got fired for using my phone all day at work. God you scared the shit out of me," she yells wrapping her arms around me.

I shove the glove into my jean pocket and wrap my arms around her. She starts sobbing like literally ugly cry sobbing. I squeeze her tight, I didn't think anyone would care that I just disappeared for a day. I needed to think and I didn't want any distractions. Once again I thought of me and only me. God I'm so self-absorbed.

"I'm sorry," I say tears springing to my eyes.

I'm hurting everyone by staying involved with Jace. I've got to just let it go it will be better for everyone. I don't need to get him back or teach him a damn lesson, because all it's done is made me a selfish person.

"I'm so sorry," I sob.

"Why are you crying?" she asks between sobs.

"Because I just, I think it's time I move out and be on my own. I think I need to just let you guys do you guys, and stop always worrying and protecting me..."

"Don't you ever say that again!" she yells. "You are not leaving me ever do you hear me? I need you!" she cries.

"Woah, okay what's going on?" I ask.

Nicole never says things like this and that has me worried.

"It's nothing," she cries.

"No it's something," I say leading her to the couch.

We sit down and I can feel the glove sticking out of my pocket.

"What's that?" she asks.

"It's nothing," I say. "What happened?"

"I fought with Henry about everything going on..."

"See I'm even tearing you guys apart," I say facing her.

"No, I just got upset at him because he told me you were fine and I lashed out saying that you could be dead somewhere. That Jace was some crazy killer..."

"Oh my god sweetie calm down. I needed some time to myself. I had to think things through my brain is all sorts of fucked up right now. Please don't fight with Henry because of me. This is why I need to leave. I want to be on my own," I tell her. "I need this. I can't always fear things like that guy coming back for revenge, or that another guy will do the same... I need to live my life without everyone rescuing me from stupid shit," I say.

"But I'd miss you too damn much," she cries.

"I'm not going anywhere yet. I want to look at colleges maybe out of state. Get out of here for a while..."

"Now you want to move three thousand miles..."

"I never said I was going that far," I laugh through tears.

"You better not I'll kick your ass. You're all I have. I don't do girlfriends you know that, you're my one and only," she says.

I smile and nod, "I know," I say. "I promise I won't leave yet. I have to figure some things out before I can," I say.

"Still," she pouts. I laugh.

"I love you," I tell her.

"Love you too. Should I just dump Henry for you?" she asks. I laugh.

"Nah. He'd kill me," I say. "He already told me I can't steal you," I laugh.

"Oh did he now?" she asks. I nod.

"So what is that?" she asks grabbing at my pocket.

I try to stop her, but she's quick. She pulls it out and feels the receipt. She pulls it out slowly and looks at it.

"Bloomingdales, since when do you shop at ..." she stops when she notices the look on my face.

I'm frozen and I can't move. I have never shopped at Bloomingdales a day in my life, but ... no this couldn't be. Jace? My mind time travels back to the cabin when we were asking each other questions, he'd asked me ... no that's ridiculous it was a stupid conversation ... I... no way. I grab the receipt and glove from her, how did he find gloves now? I stare at the receipt and the gloves.

"There's writing on the back," she says.

I flip it over and my heart flutters, and my stomach drops. There's no way he could have remembered that. He didn't even know the movie I was talking about.

"What does it say?" she asks.

"It's got the time the store opens. I know this handwriting," I say sounding like I'd just ran a mile.

"Jace?" she asks. I nod.

"What does it mean?" she asks.

"Have you ever seen Serendipity?" I ask.

"John Cusack is the love of my life so of course," she says.

"When we went to the cabin we had a stupid conversation. He'd asked me if there was anywhere in New York I wanted to visit that I never had. I told him about the movie and the restaurant..." I stop because I can't breathe. "Do you remember how they met?" I ask.

"In the movie?" she asks. I nod.

"Bloom.... Oh...." She says.

"The note he gave me last night said that he would find a way to tell me what happened, why he left. I think ... I think this is him trying to tell me," I say.

"It seems too romantic for someone like him," she says.

"Right? I was thinking the same," I say. "What do I do?" I ask.