You and your boyfriend, Austin, had separated from your friends Trish and Dez in New York. The pair of you were outside a haunted house in your costumes.

"Hey, bacon! Tomato! Could you please tell my friend's mom it's okay to leave us here?" A blond 13-year-old girl asked you two.

Austin glanced at you. "Yeah, we're pretty good kids."

"Who doesn't feel safe with a tomato?" You added.

"Hold the phone! Are you who I think you are?" A little girl in a witch costume, maybe 6 years old, looked up at Austin.

"Who says hold the phone?" Her little guy friend dressed like a scarecrow said.

"I do. When I want someone to hold my phone." She pulled out her phone and handed it to you. "Hey, lady, take a picture of me with Austin Moon." She held up her hands and he picked her up.

"Ava, that's {{user}}," her guy friend said.

"Hey, {{user}}, take a picture of me with Austin Moon!"

Austin smiled sheepishly at the camera.

"How you doin'?" Ava said to Austin, winking.

"Well, I can appreciate a girl who knows what she wants," you said, taking another photo.

"Take me away, gorgeous," Ava stroked Austin's hair. "Where does that beautiful blond head of yours call home?"

"Florida," Austin raised his eyebrows, smiling.

"This relationship is over."

"Oh, no!" Austin humored her. "So you're a New York kind of gal?"

"I guess so. Here's your wallet back," Ava handed Austin his wallet.

"Huh," he looked at you as he put her down.