Downstairs in the Café, Luke and Haley towel off, and he apologises for freaking out. Haley says, "You got one. You got one with a girl you're not even dating anymore." They pour hot chocolate mix into mugs. Luke says, "I know. How stupid do I look?" Does he want me to answer that question? Haley makes a good point: "You hold me to a higher standard than everyone else, Luke, and that's not fair." He leans on the counter. Where he puts weight on, you guessed it, his shoulder. What a magical injury that comes and goes as he pleases. Poor baby should just start shooting baskets; if he can toss a water balloon like a cannon, he can totally put the rock in the hole. See, I'm hip to the lingo, people. Luke says, "Look, I know it's not fair, okay, but that's because I've seen you be better than most people." Haley pours hot water into both of their mugs. "Let me see it again." She begrudgingly turns around and lifts up her shirt. He asks, "When did you do it?" A few days ago. "And Nathan had nothing to do with it?" Hmm, seems that Haley's the one holding a pot of boiling hot water, might not be a good time to insult her boyfriend. You know? Haley insists that Nathan had nothing to do with it; he doesn't even know. Then she runs her hand through her pretty, curly brown hair and says, "Oh, gawd, what am I going to do, Luke? I'm, I hate being away from him. I think about him constantly. I was in the middle of a history quiz yesterday and I just zoned out on him." Pause. "Maybe we're not going to be together for the rest of our lives, but I'm in love for the first time, and if I look at this tattoo twenty years from now and it reminds me of how I feel today, I think I'll be okay with that." Luke asks quietly, "Why didn't you buy Nathan at the auction? Why hide out with me?" Because she wanted to remember for a night how things used to be when it was just her and Lucas. Blah, the world changed so fast, blah memories, blah misty watercolor memories blah. Blah Haley's a mess blah. Luke says the nicest thing he's said all night: "You're not a mess, you're just in love." Tears well up in Haley's pretty eyes as she stirs her hot cocoa and says, "But I'm not sure if he is."