"He's not yours," Teresa said, looking up at him.
"So you slept with somebody else?" Taylor snapped. He leaned over her a bit more. "Don't lie to me, Teresa. I know you didn't. You are a lot of things, but you're not a whore."
"How do you know that?" Teresa asked, matching him cold glare for cold glare.
"I don't try to get the ones who come easy," Taylor said easily. "And you weren't easy."
"I gave it up on the first date, didn't I?"
"You were with me," Taylor said. "Admit it. I did things to you that no guy had done before and hasn't done since. You will never get that from anyone else."
"You self-centered, conceited jerk," Teresa spat.
"I deserved that," Taylor said, leaning back on his heels a bit. "Do I still make you uncomfortable, Teresa?"
"Not for the same reasons," she replied. "Now you make me wonder what trick your gonna pull next."
"You only knew me for 2 days, Teresa," Taylor said. "Not exactly long enough to base all of your opinions on my persona, wouldn't you agree?"
"It's the decisions you make in a split second that define your personality, Taylor," she said. "And when your moment came, you left."
"So when was your big decision? Was it the moment you called me and told me you were going to kill our child, regardless of what I said? Or the moment you decided not to tell me that you couldn't go through with it? Because, as I see it, you left me the same way," Taylor shouted, catching the eyes of people walking by. "You robbed our son of the opportunity to have a father. To have a complete family."
"I am his family," Teresa said.
"No," Taylor said. "You're not. You're his mother. That accounts for a lot, but that's not the whole family." He reached up and swiped his eyes with the sleeve of his jacket. "I would have married you, Teresa, and made you and Casey happy. If you had just waited a little longer, I would have been there. Forever. I would never have left."
"You say that now," she replied. "But that's not what you said then."
"Tell me, what did I say? Since you seem to remember so well, tell ME what I said that day on the phone," he said, looking at her pointedly. He waited for a while, looking at her with heavy scrutiny. "Because I remember what you said. Your words were, I do believe, 'I don't want this baby.' And then, 'If you're not here at 4 o'clock, I'm going through with it, Taylor.' I couldn't have gotten to a plane to Vienna and to you, then, even if I didn't have a promotional appearance that morning at the same time you were walking out the door. You didn't give me much room."
"I told you I couldn't do it alone. And you said you wouldn't be there. You were going…"
"I begged you to wait," Taylor cried out over her. He looked at her, tears pooling in his eyes. "Do you know how much you hurt me? Do you know? Do you know that I still cried myself to sleep over that months after it was over? Do you know sometimes I still cry about it? Did you ever wonder that maybe it tore me up inside, too, Teresa?"
"You didn't care," Teresa replied. "You walked away."
"I didn't have any other option."
"You did. You didn't try hard enough. You were afraid what your parents would have done to you. You were afraid your precious career would be ended," she leered. "Apparently WE couldn't compete with that."
"You're right. I didn't try hard enough," Taylor sighed. "I was afraid. I was afraid of a lot of things. I was young and stupid and 17. So were you. You made mistakes, too."
"I stuck around," she fired back.
"You were the one carrying the baby," Taylor said. "Unfortunately, I wasn't the one who had the honor of carrying your child in my body for 9 months," Taylor said sadly. "I would have gladly carried your child inside of me until I was so big and so miserable that I could think I possibly might die from the entire excursion. I would have gladly have gone with you in any other circumstance. But it was a case of bad timing."
"It was bad everything," she told him.
"Only the ending was bad," he said.
Teresa looked at him for a long time, the grown man who had tears dribbling down his anger-flushed cheeks. He wiped them repetitively, making them puffier and redder. He finally looked at her again. "I want to see him."
"I'm sorry, it's too late for that," she said.
"I'll be right down the road from him at work until he goes off to college," Taylor said. "It would be harder for you to tell him he couldn't see me than to let me just visit him."
"You're wrong," Teresa said. "You'll be right down the road until I pick up and leave. And I can make that as soon as I please."
"Teresa…"
"I've got to go, Taylor."
"Teresa!" Taylor called after her. "NO! You don't want this!!"
She whirled around. "I do, Taylor. I do. Remember? Remember what you said? 'Vienna Waits For You'. If I knew Vienna meant eternal loneliness and permanent heartbreak, I would have gladly kept it waiting. I am 22 and I have finished having my family. I've got a few years left before he's gone. And then I'll be lonely again, Taylor. Lonely. Because of you. I'll never love anyone after you. I loved you and then you…went. You said that there was something more important to you than I was - and not to mention our baby - when you were the only important thing to me. I can't deal with that again. I'll never be with another man like that again, because I don't want it to come out the same way."
Tears were now leaking down onto her cheeks as well. "I've wanted to get out of this neighborhood for a while now; you were just the first reason to motivate me to move. You can come and see him tomorrow at this same time before we leave, at the cafe. And then, you'll be as lonely as I am."
"See what we've done with one stupid night of carelessness?" she asked. "We were so utterly ignorant. What were we thinking? Huh? I wasn't thinking that it would, in 6 years, be causing me to move away from my home and life to get away from someone who fathered my bastard son."
"Me neither."
"Well, it's nice to know we both can still agree on some things. Tomorrow…Taylor, remember. Don't do one of your famous vanishing act, again…"
Taylor didn't want to argue with her. Sadly, he asked, "Who will you tell Casey that I am?"
"You'll be Taylor," she said. "That's all you are to him."
"Where will you go?"
"I don't know," Teresa shrugged. "Away from you. Away from someplace where my troubles won't seem to go away. Away from…Vienna. What will you do, Taylor?"
He shrugged. "I don't know. Go on doing the music."
"Running from Vienna, too?"
"Yes."
"It never will leave us will it?" Teresa asked. "Vienna will never completely go away…"
Taylor sighed heavily. "Vienna was a pivotal place in our lives. I guess…it won't." Teresa seemed a bit disheartened, and nodded.
"I thought so. I've gotta get back to the restaurant. I'll see you tomorrow, I guess," she said. She began walking back down the street. He waited for a few minutes to slip by, and then also headed back, following her path. As he passed the restaurant, he saw Sam talking to Casey at the same booth he'd just left, and Teresa pointing out something to a waitress like nothing had just happened. He looked down, and tried to keep his face from the wind he walked into.