“Carmen… listen to me, I’m gonna tell you the truth…” Shane started, getting ready to profess her love for the Latina.

“Why start now?” Carmen snapped, her “Latin Temper” flaring. Shane spun her to face her.

“What are you talking about? I was always honest with you!” Shock and hurt passed across her features, and for once, she didn’t try to hide them.

“Yeah. Like when you told me you loved me, when you told me you wanted to marry me! Those were obviously all lies because otherwise we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now. We’d be on our honeymoon, relaxing in some hotel, or sightseeing, or doing something other than yelling at each other! But the real reason I know you didn’t love me is because if you did, you would have wanted to spare me all this pain.” Carmen asked, tears of anger and hurt streaming down her face.

“I did! That’s’ why I left! Don’t you get it? Everything I’ve done, I’ve done for you!” Shane yelled, crying as well. “Why can’t you understand that?”

“She’s got a point.” The two ex-lovers heads whipped around, noticing a woman leaning against the stall door, with another woman wrapped in her arms.

Carmen and Shane stared at them. Neither of them knew who the women were.

“You interrupted us, so I thought I might as well interrupt you.” The woman clarified.

“Oh. I’m sorry. We were just leaving.” Carmen said apologetically, turning and walking through the doors into the main dining room. She didn’t get far, however, because Shane stopped her right when she got through the doors.

“Carmen, stop.” Shane pleaded, not caring that everyone was staring at them.

“Shane, we’re not talking about this right now. We’re in public.” Carmen said quietly, trying to calm Shane down.

“No. We’re doing this here. Right now.” Shane said, louder this time, and Carmen winced, suddenly self-conscious of all the eyes staring at her.

“Shane, you’re causing a scene. Now, stop.” She whispered, turning away to get back to her table. Shane grabbed her arm and she winced, feeling the fingers dig deep into her arm. She was sure it would bruise. She saw her friends all get up to help, but they were reassured by one of her friends, Jorge, and Mercedes who got up and walked over, not wanting to intrude, but not ready to stand idly by while Carmen was hurt. Bette suddenly felt compelled to protect her friend and stood up as well, walking over. The owner showed up as well, kindly asking them to stop or take it outside.