Destinee lays on top of one of the outdoor tables outside of her bus, smoking her cigarette and humming to herself. She was trying to keep herself in a good mood, but, honestly, she wasn't. She had to face the fact that her and Jordan were over. He hadn't talked to her in over a month. She kept thinking that he was just busy and didn't have time -- I mean, he's a rockstar, right? He doesn't always have time for his girlfriend. He has a job to do. -- but now she was starting to realize that he was never going to call again. She sighs, and shivers a little. She didn't have anymore tears to cry over him, but she was still pretty upset. Another sigh. Another shiver. Another drag of her cigarette. "I need to find a good man..." She says to herself.

Destinee jumps a little bit when she hears somebody else's voice. "Oh! Good morning, Aire!" She says, sitting up immediately, forcing a smile on her face. "I was just smoking." She holds up her cigarette, showing that it was almost down to the filter, and then puts it out. "What about you, Madame Coke? What are you doing out here?"