"If this is a bad time..." "No, no, it's fine. If you just go wait in the kitchen-" she sniffed, and her hand shot up to her face, "I'll be down in a minute." "Hey, I'm not going anywhere. What's wrong?" "It's not your problem, Zach, just go downstairs." "No. Tell me what's wrong." She made an impatient sound in the back of her throat, finally turning around to face him and revealing tear stained cheeks and bright eyes. "We broke up, okay? Brian and I broke up."