It’s been years since you left NYC to live your own life. Dropping out of college wasn’t the best choice because you gave up your writing career. Beck knew you better than anyone and even yourself.

The moment she graduated and saw you at a bar, she took you to the back immediately. “What’s going on?” she asks. You pause, “It’s a bar…? What else—“

“I mean with you, what’s going on with you?” Beck asks you. “What do you mean?” “You know what I mean. I know you, I know you better than anyone.”