"Duh duh, da, dum da dum. The drum beats out of time," Zoey hummed under her breath as she walked shoulder-to-shoulder with Mo. At least, she was. At some point in the deliberate humming she realized Mo was no longer by her side; Zoey had managed to get halfway down the block.

Whirling around, she stared at Mo. Mo stared back. "What? What are you doing?" Zoey asked. "We're going to be late and all the good muffins'll be bought up. I don't want the crummy ones, like onion-bacon. I don't want bacon breath all day."

"Child, you're singing. Sing like there's no tomorrow," Mo points out, not moving to catch up with Zoey.

"So? What's the big deal? I… sing…sometimes… occasionally… okay, almost never," Zoey stammered, feeling her face flush. "It's not a big deal. I just have a song stuck in my head. That's all."

Mo sighs and shakes his head. "That's the big deal. As long as I've known you and your little superpower you have not sang. You don't even know any songs! Remember 'True Colors' or 'Moondance' or "I Wanna Dance With Someone' or…." Mo listed and likely would have kept going unless Zoey cut the DJ off.

"I got it. I got it. I suck at music. I know that. But seriously, it is nothing. Nothing. I was watching Romy and Michelle's High School Reunion and the song at the end got stuck in my head. That's it," Zoey explained. That was a half-truth. She had watched the movie with her dad over the weekend, but that was not the reason she'd been humming it.

Flashback to the night before, Zoey (in her gray flannel pants and a freebie t-shirt she scored in a swag bag from an app developer presentation) went to bed early. Max's ballad about walking 500 miles (just for her) haunted Zoey's life. It had been weeks and the two of them hadn't really talked about anything that transpired (well, didn't transpire). As she fell asleep, that moment was replaying in her mind as she stared at her digital photo frame. The pictures flipped from one to another. There were flowers and holiday dinners and family and things she thought were interesting. For every one of those types of photos, there were two pictures of Max. Zoey didn't remember any dreams from that night, but had woken with her alarm blaring in her ear and a song in her mind. Maybe there had been a dram and Zoey just didn't remember it.

But Zoey did not want to talk about any of that. She wasn't sure of anything. For now, the song had gotten stuck in her head just because of that movie. "Really," Zoey added.

"Uh-huh…."

"Mo! Lay off," Zoey said with more force than she meant to use. Her face fell when she noticed his slack jaw and head tilt. "Mo, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped."

"Child, it's already water-under-the-bridge. Let's get you that coffee and peach ginger muffin you've been raving about," Mo assured, jogging with purpose to catch up with Zoey. "You got a raw talent, btw. You hit a pure F. It was a little wobbly but not bad. Not bad at all."

"Thanks."