"Oh my God," she choked, stepping away from him as he reached out for her. "Don't touch me." "What's wrong?" he asked worriedly. "What's wrong? What's wrong!" she shrieked. "You stole my song, Thomas!" He started to say something, but she interrupted him. "Don't lie to me! It's on the radio right now! Oh my God, is that why you wanted us to have dinner tonight? Because you knew it would be released today? Is this some sick joke?" "No, Maude, listen," he said, trying to reach out for her again, but not succeeding. "This isn't a joke. I didn't know they would release this song tonight. It was supposed to be released in a couple of weeks. I--" "That's your excuse?!" she cried in disbelief. "You didn't know the song you stole from me was going to be airing tonight! Are you freaking kidding me? You stole my song, Thomas! I thought we were friends at the least! How could you?" "Maude, please, calm down. Let me explain!" "What the hell is there for you to explain? You betrayed my trust, Thomas. You lied to my face. I sang that song to you to get an honest opinion. And you used it and recorded it! With LINDSEY LINTON!" Maude rushed back into the restaurant to grab her bag. Thomas followed her, calling her name. "Maude,"