The car. Get back to the car. That was all Cameron could think to herself as she shoved open the door to the diner, stepping back out into the warm air. The music was still playing in her ears, but she couldn't even tell you what song it was, much less what band, and she listened to this playlist just about daily.  Music was a huge part of her life, but seeing Sean had royally fucked up her composure. Tears welled up in her eyes as she paused right outside of the door, confused. Car. Get to the car. Right.<br/><br/>Remembering where she'd parked, she set off again but had barely reached the parking lot when she felt a hand wrap around her arm. A small gasp left her as she was spun around, coming face to face with her biggest nightmare. After Sean had left town without a word, Cameron had dreamed about him numerous times. They'd always been nightmares, different scenarios, but they all shared one thing in common: she ended up alone, and she woke up crying.<br/><br/>Silence fell between them, neither one apparently knowing what to say. What could be said at this point? Cam felt her lower lip quiver and bit down on it. Even through his disguise, she knew him and could see his eyes, his expression, everything he was trying to hide. "You don't owe me a thing." She told him, hating how her voice shook.<br/><br/>"I don't understand?" A stab of anger overtook her then, and she withdrew from him as he caressed her arm, hating how her traitorous body reacted to his touch. She wanted to say it was nice to see him, too, but she couldn't form the words. The hurt was too much to bear, even with him back. Because why was he back? For how long? What was he doing to her all over again?<br/><br/>He glanced around, but Cameron couldn't take her eyes off of him. And when he leaned in closer, her lips automatically parted, though at first she didn't say anything. She knew she needed to tell him to shove off, get back in her car and leave, but she couldn't move her feet. He extended his hand, mentioning her favorite place in the park, and she couldn't help the scoff that left her lips. But when she spoke, her voice was soft, nothing like what she'd wanted it to sound like. "You have ten minutes."<br/><br/>She glanced down at his hand and shook her head, not taking it as she started to move past him. She'd already removed her earbuds, and she now turned off the music and tucked her phone and headphones into her pocket as she headed for the park that was not far from the diner. Finding her spot was easy: up in one of the little play houses was a spacious enough area to fit two people. Kids, generally, but they were both still small enough. It would only be a little cramped.<br/><br/>Cameron sat in the corner after climbing into the little house, pulling her legs up to her chest as she lifted her gaze to meet his. "Ten minutes." She repeated, hating her voice still. "Less if I find that I don't like what you have to say."