Shattered eyes traced themselves over the tiled floor, the chips of white mixed in with the ashy dark gray and black. It didn’t really intrigue her, but it was none the less something to look at besides the people around her. But then, something made her want to look up. Like something was pulling at her, tilting her head over so slightly as her dark brown bangs covered her eyes… she saw her. At first, Shane thought it was her mind doing it again. Punishing her for everything, making Shane see everything like they all were connected to Carmen… or the literally were. But there was something different about the "fake" image. As it leaned over the spin table, soft brown eyes and attention on each switch and knob. The vibrant dark skin tinted in the bright lights that flashed above, and as the image looked up towards Shane; it was that moment that she knew it wasn’t just a trick, it wasn’t just a mirage. There eye contact sent shivers down Shane’s spine, thru her very core as she felt like she had to choke down tears and continue not to blink so the person across the room from her wouldn’t disappear. Whether Carmen could recognize Shane or not, she wasn’t sure but that one moment just kept lasting until she finally diverted eyes back to her job. So Carmen was still a DJ here at the Planet, Shane thought in a daze after a few moments. Her eyes were clouded with the image of her; all she could think of, look at was her. Every so often Carmen would glance back up at Shane’s dazed and drowsy figure, still staring at her like it was a ghost playing the DJ. Hours seemed to past, people came and went, but Shane refused to move from her spot gazing over at her old lover. Finally Carmen stepped down from spinning, probably to leave or take a breather, Shane wasn’t sure. Turning back to the beer on her table, the small drops preservation in a wet circle on the table. Taking a swig, she sighed.

Damnit, she thought. How did Carmen feel then, seeing Shane after all these years? Was she still angry? No, Shane, she’s as happy as a fucking rainbow on a warm spring day. Was she still hurt? Probably not, maybe so. It confused her so much, she wasn’t sure how to feel about how Carmen was feeling. Downing the rest of her bottle, her fore finger traced the rim of drink. But then, she jumped as she felt a voice behind her whisper her name. Was this happening? Was it really her behind her now? This voice sounded so familiar, the same feminine tone with the soft and sweet melodies which sung even when she didn’t talk. Turning around to see her, Carmen stood there in gleaming sweet over her caramel complexion with two drinks in her hand.

"Thought I’d bring you a drink, you looked kind of lonely over here in the shadows," she said. You have no idea, Shane thought to herself while pursing her lips to think of what to say next.

"Well, uh. Thanks," taking the other drink while Carmen sat in the chair her feet were once propped up in. At first, there was an uncomforable silence that left Shane even more worse for even thinking of coming back. To fix everything she’d done wrong.

"So uh… Shane where you been for the past. I don’t know two years?" Her voice began to show a hint of anger rising, something that she must of kept down for a long time. But Shane sat there, ready for anything Carmen was going to throw at her. This time, she wasn’t backing down.

"I’ve been up north. In Colorado."

"Well… that seems nice. What did you do up there," she seemed to cool slightly as she diverted eye contact with Shane.

"Nothing really."

"So," she paused as her face began to show the hurt of two years of loss, of pain," you left me for nothing?"

"No, I didn’t leave you for nothing. I shouldn’t of left you at all."

"Got that fucking right," she took a small sip from her bottle.

"Look, Carmen. Just hear me out okay. I mean, I don’t think it could be much for me to take up may five minutes of you time. Please," she pleaded with her." Just listen."