"You know what, Carmen? I’m not asking you to forgive me, hell I don’t. But I do want you back in my life, I want it the way it use to be. I want us to at least be friends again, that I’d want more than anything if you can’t… or don’t want…" Shane didn’t know what to say, because yes, if she couldn’t have Shane the way she use to have her, then she would rather have her as a friend. That better than nothing. But she did sort of smirk inwardly, because Carmen still had that spark in her, that little spit fire she always loved even though sometimes it would lash out at her.

Carmen couldn’t take it anymore, plus the fact that her break was over and she needed to go back to her job. Getting up, she slugged down the rest of her beer that at first had hardly been touched. Looking finally at Shane, the fire beginning to lit in those every so innocent eyes," Shane, I’ve gotta go back to work. So, I’ll talk to you later, maybe. I don’t know." She slid the chair under the table while turning to leave, but not before Shane grabbed ahold of her wrist. Turning around, Carmen stared at the skin contact Shane had made. So many memories began to flood into her mind, the times when they would just hold hands, staring at each other with such wonder and love. The touch had even made Carmen jump slightly," can you please think about what I said? About being friends?"

"Maybe, Shane. I don’t know. But I’ve gotta go back to work, okay? So, please," Shane released her and Carmen finally walked away back over to her booth. Damnit, Shane thought. She was just such a fucking asshole. She was a fucking prick, she kept repeating insults in her head while standing up the leave. Shane wanted to go and see how the others were, that maybe they would like to see her more than Carmen had. Funny thing was that Shane didn’t know that Carmen was happy to see her, if she would of shown it she would of looked like a child in a chocolate factory. Placing a tip in the little tray on the countar at the bar, Shane began to leave. But just before she opened that door to the outside, she took one last glance at Carmen. Carmen, of course, was busy spinning, but Shane just remembered all the memories of how she would come in here to pick her up from work to take her out for dinner, or just to sit and watch her. All the fond memories, all of them meant so much to Shane. She couldn’t let them go. She couldn’t let her go. Stepping outside, Shane sighed as she started walking back towards Bette’s place. What she didn’t realize though, that right after Shane had left, Carmen’s eyes began to glaze over with tears. One of the droplets traveled down her cheek, lingering on her chin before dropping on her table.