Another fic! Obvious 4xD. It's amusing because I'm primarily a 1xR supporter ever since I started to read wayyy back but recently 4xD just drew to me and how well the two can actually be together, plus they have many elements that are good for story lines. I find a lack of 4xD hence I'm actually writing to my own surprise and for all 4xD lovers. There certainly a good amount of 1xR.

Disclaimer: Do I really need to say I don't own this except for the ideas of this story. Won't even need to write if I own it right?

A/U Quatre is a wealthy investor and always had one unrequited love. Setting is base on earth with references of fictional places and ppl from Wing. I usually like to write as close as possible to character that I can imagine happening. Only slightly changed Quatre background a bit. The fic would be only two to three chapters the most.

Sandrock Investments

Quatre sat at the quaint coffee shop though he was not a fan of drinking coffee, he usually order tea. He liked going to this shop to escape the busy streets of the financial district in Manhattan, New York. It was warm and comfortable with a pleasant hum of chatter. He was dressed in brown pants, a white shirt with a grey vest over top, reading the Financial Times.

He bent a corner of the paper down to watch who came in through the doors of the cafe and noticed the person across from him reading an editorial paper with the front page title: Sandrock Investments: Leading the Way. Quatre eyes return to reading his paper.

He flips through the paper and from time to time and took a sip of his tea. The chime to the front door sounded frequently and he would often ignore it but when he heard the sound again, breaking through his reading, he glanced up to see a women with prominence step through the doors and he ogle. He always felt her entry, like a gravitational pull and he could only swallow and watch her commandingly stroll towards the cashier.

There was another reason why he frequents this coffee shop. One day when he came in to buy tea and saw her there and realized that she often came to this shop, he automatically became a regular as well. At first, he gauge the times she came. When he knew better, he usually arrived around the same time frame as her, but always earlier. She actually did not come every day but three times a week, so he did too, after a month of observation. He resorted to hiding himself in the corner or side, his nose behind a newspaper so she would not see him. He had always been a shy guy. He knew it was about time to make an appearance and pretend that everything was an accident seeing her again after so long. He wondered did she even remember him.

He watched as she ordered her coffee and sat at a nearby table. To his amusement, she also pulls out another paper with a similar headline to the guy across from him reading, except this one read: Rising King of Stocks: Sandrock Investments. But for her case, she was actually reading the front news.

He took a long glance at her and decided that today he will make his presence known. Folding the paper and putting it into his suitcase, he picked up his tea and walked over to her table, feeling his blood starting to quicken. Just when he was near, she looked up and their glazes locked.

For a moment she scrutinized him and Quatre froze on the spot, feeling every bit examined. Her eyes convey that she had met him from somewhere before till recognition was there and her brows clear.

With a thudding heart, he broke the airy stillness. "Hi Dorothy, do you remember me?"

Dorothy T. Catalonia gives Quatre a genuine smile and he nearly blushed. She gestured for him to take the seat across from her and he immediately sits noting that it was a bit too hard to stand. He looked down and back at her. His shy behaviour had not left him completely though he was now a young adult.

"Yes, I do. It has been so long Quatre Winner." The way she said his name made his heart skip a beat. His insides were quietly celebrating that she still remembered him. All hope was not lost here.

"Yes, how long has it been? And you look lovely," which sounded choke out. Way to ask a question and complement her looks Quatre, he thought.

"Oh, thank you. I say at least seven years?" That was so long, Quatre did not know how he harbour a secret crush for her after this many years without realizing it. Actually he knew, but felt she was unattainable back then.

"It has hasn't it? Time flies. High school did fly by really fast without us realizing it." Quatre felt that was a very dead reply on his part. They had attended the same high school. Some private institution named St. Gabriel in Europe, renown for having students around the globe, usually either the rich or the ones with brain. Quatre was in the latter category because his family was not wealthy, middle-range income. With twenty-nine other sisters, it was a toll for his father. Quatre had managed for himself a scholarship into the private high school or else he would never have attended.

Giving one last good look at the headline news and back at Quatre, Dorothy set the newspaper aside and asked, "So what do you do now?"

Quatre fumbling for words said, "I am a ..," not wanting to disclose all the details he merely replied, "a banker."

Dorothy raised an eye-brow. "Interesting. Not surprising when you were the genius of the school?"

Quatre looked down, slightly blushing to be reminded of his high school days. He always hated the attention and considered himself a reserve person. "I just did reasonably well."

Dorothy snorted delicately. She remembered Quatre, he usually studied by himself and achieved A grades. She noticed him a lot in the library. Thinking back then, she had thought he was quite attractive. She scolded herself to having such thoughts but looking at him now, he was a grown man and her mind also added, quite handsome. She kept a straight face from letting her thoughts betray her. She even remembered other boys picking on him and she had interceded to tell the boys to leave him alone.

Quatre could tell Dorothy was reflecting on the past. There was no need to ask what Dorothy was doing since he knew all about her. She came from a long line of wealthy Catalonias' and was considered the popular girl back at school. Her family ran a big organization known as the Romefeller Foundation with one of the main offices in Manhattan. Her father was in charge of that branch and she was his only daughter so she was spoiled considerably. He knew even boys were intimidated by her. Though their conversations, if any, were short, Quatre remembered all their encounters. Especially the time when he was picked on and called a nerd for sitting in the library all the time. Least expected, Dorothy had rescue him, and she probably never knew he had a secret crush on her ever since.

The memories of his high school days were not the greatest. He grew up considerably by university and his working days now but he was still shy to a point. He decided to steer clear away from the emphasis of his youth. "Do you still talk to Relena?"

Relena was the best friend of Dorothy all throughout high school. Her father was the Minister of Foreign Affairs for one of the European countries, Quatre forgot which. Quatre always felt at odds to be surrounded by the rich and powerful offspring though his father kept telling him he was bound to be rich one day too if he caught one of the ladies eyes. Too bad his father did not know just how shy and intimidated Quatre was back then.

Dorothy eyes lit up with the mentioning of her friend. "Yes, I do. She is still my best friend."

"How is she doing?"

"She's going to be heading in the same direction as her father. Claims she knows most of the world affairs having travelled multiple times with him. She's a speaker, it be perfect for her."

Quatre nodded, remembering that fellow students did not cross the pair and with their backgrounds, the other boys didn't dare to double cross them. He even remembered that Relena had an older brother, Milliardo, boys totally did not cross him, and some followed him like a leader. He was tall and always looked like he can beat the crap out of you but he was no bully. He was certainly protective of his sister.

Voluntarily, Dorothy added, "Her brother is married."

Quatre perked up.

Dorothy had a reasoning look. "You must remember, Lucrezia Noin?"

Quatre nodded in recognition of the name.

She continued, "Yes, the one that never stopped following him around. Well, not a bad catch at all if I must do say so myself."

This brought Dorothy to add, "Are you seeing someone Quatre?" Quatre startled, left Dorothy with an amusing mischievous glint in her eyes.

Quatre was mentally kicking himself for failing to initiate most of the talking, but allowing Dorothy to, and letting him catch him off guard. She was always the better conversationalist.

Quatre shook his head and his blonde hair went side to side. "No." And left the rest of his thoughts hanging.

Dorothy drum her fingers at the side of her face and Quatre heart quicken again.

"Really?" She eyed him. "A man as handsome as you is all grown up, loss your baby face but the innocence is still there. You have a steady job no doubt but no one?" She asked again.

Quatre nodded to her again and even piped in, "Never had." He felt the heat rising to his face. The way she said it made him felt like a loser. But she called him handsome! Something sparked inside of him. And what about her, he wondered but too afraid to ask.

She glaze at him for a moment longer before withdrawing her hand from her face and sat up straight saying, "That totally alright, I am not dating either."

The back of Quatre mind literally shouted Bingo but he kept his complexion straight. His heart was pumping so fast he knew he had better go but he needed to find a way to see her again.

"I'm sorry Dorothy," he made a show of looking down at his watch, "But I am going to need to head back to work soon. Do you frequent this shop?" He asked though he already knew.

"Yes, I do. I will be back this Wednesday."

"I would be happy to chat with you again Wednesday if it's around this same time?"

She smiled; that Quatre really wonder was he that readable now so he feign defenses. "If you cannot then that will be alright with me." His heart was beating even faster now. He needed to get out.

"I'll be glad to."

Quatre started to rise.

"It was a pleasure Quatre Winner." Dorothy stood up and offer her hand and he notice a card.

He took the card and shook her hand, "Pleasure is all mine." Shaking her hand was a bad idea because the contact nearly made his knees bend.

Dorothy had an amuse look on her face. "Feel free to contact me." She watched as Quatre bolted out the door before she look down at the newspaper and sat.

Quatre didn't stop till he was safely through the front door of his home. He lean back against the door and reminded himself of how to breathe as his legs give way and he slid down to the ground.

He pull up his knees and rested his arms on it while he lower his head. Seeing Dorothy had made him a wimp again. He didn't know how she managed to do that to him. He steadily pick himself back up again and walked towards his home office at the back.

The house was decent size, modern and renovated when Quatre moved in less than a year ago. He lived alone seeing that he had left his home country to explore the greater depths of the world and now live in this chaotic city. Lucky for him, he made enough to cover the costs of this modest home in Manhattan.

Tossing his briefcase down, he sat down on his office chair and calm himself with seeing familiar items in the room. Across from his office desk were two big flat screen monitors displaying the stock market. One side held a clear white board in which he did calculations to make his own decisions while next to was a collection of portfolio files stuck to the wall. He had two flat computer screens in front of him that lit up when it recognize movement. It was only there that the name Sandrock Investments appear and he key in the entry. After that he put his elbows on the desk and rested his head at the hands and rethought of the events that occur.

Quatre realize his hand was holding on to something. He forgot, in his state of frenzy that he crushed Dorothy business card. He flatten out the card and looked intently at the information. He already knew everything that was on the card. She worked right at the city center at Romefeller Tower that reach high up the Manhattan skyline; no doubt to succeed at its head once her father step down. But all he did was sit and stared at the card, considering the probabilities.

Wednesday came by and the conversation continued between Quatre and Dorothy. Though he was still nervous, Quatre collectively brought himself back together and by Friday they were having conversations like old friends. He was very happy for this development. He believed Dorothy knew or remember he was shy and probably afraid of her a bit so she lower her guard and spoke eloquently. Quatre was reminded of her hot temper when a phone call came in and she was displeased with whoever was reporting to her of some result.

By the end of the week, Quatre knew he needed to make a move or at least do something because they couldn't be just dating at the coffee shop. He knew Dorothy did not expect him to have free time to sit and chat every other day.

When it came down to leaving on Friday and Quatre had agreed to see her again on Monday, Dorothy had question, "Are you sure you are able to? Don't you have to work in? I guess your boss does not care if you leave." She smile.

Quatre smile in return. Not in any way divulging that he was his own self-boss and would make all arrangements to see her instead of sitting at his home all day monitoring financial movements said, "I take it as my break time too," as they were heading out. He noticed the guy next to the front door was reading a newspaper with the title: Making the game of stocks look simple: Sandrock Investments.

"Oh really, you have half an hour break time too? I thought bankers were over worked. I do hope you are not staying in later just to chat with me now."

"Not at all," he reassured her, "Not at all." And they parted ways.

Weekend follow and Quatre rubbed his eyes for staring at the screen for too long. He looked down at his papers, all scrawl with numbers and charts. Setting down his pen, he leaned back on his comfortable seat and shut his eyes.

He couldn't stop thinking about her.

Seeing her this past week had totally blossom that small crush of his to a full blown love he knew all along. Did she really felt nothing? He thought or hope she did.

It was hard concentrating on his work this past week because his thoughts kept drifting back to their meetings. How she would sit, what she wore, her calm composure to his on the edginess, how she would actually laugh, and her easiness to converse. She was a good speaker, with a mind on her own and he liked that about her.

Which came back to the biggest problem at hand he suspected of all his male counterparts, how to express his feelings to the one he really want. He knew it was not rocket science. If he weren't tongue tie every time they met and less afraid...

He squeeze his eyes tighter as if in bad memory then open them and quickly brought up information on Dorothy Catalonia. He switched one of the mounted screens to a large computer screen and randomly shifted pictures of her. She was in the news as a well known socialite. But he quickly grew frustrated having seen those pictures multiple times and switched the screen into the news channel.

Coincidently, the news focus shifted to celebrities talk and he never expected to hear was to follow.

The bottom line read, 'Who's the mystery boy?' and the women reporter went on to say,

"Who the mystery boy? The heir apparent to Romefeller Foundation headquarters in Manhattan, Dorothy Catalonia, was spotted getting cozy with an unknown boy at a nearby coffee shop close to her office."

At this point, Quatre stare in horror as two pictures were flashed on screen taken by paparazzi outside. Thankfully, they didn't sit right next to the windows seats so the pictures were not the clearest but Quatre could make himself out sitting across from Dorothy.

"Some sources say that the two have been meeting for some time now, but who is this unidentified boy? Miss Catalonia, who is known to be around with people of her upper crust, is now associating with this fellow boy who may just be getting lucky? Or is he also part of the society?"

The same two pictures resurface again, going in a zoom in zoom out phase.

Dorothy Catalonia a renowned bachelorette who has actually never dated considering someone with her good looks and calibre would be quite a snatch if she isn't already. Maybe this is finally the lucky boy."

The reporter move on to other celebrities news but Quatre just sat and stare. He really needed to make a move or change the venue for meeting with her. Because of his quiet nature, the press would not have his name at hand. He wasn't from some well-to-do family. And he certainly did not want to be found out at the moment, well he can, but he rather not yet.

He was indirectly in the attention of the media but his name was not yet identified. He was pretty sure it won't be long till the media realizes how he knew Dorothy so it was better to remain out of sight. Though he wanted to be what the reporter was suggesting, it probably be still awhile. He would take greater care of his actions and interactions around her.

He went back to work.

Arriving Monday he received a text from Dorothy asking whether he wanted to meet for dinner instead and he promptly accepted not wanting to meet at the coffee shop anymore. Looking up the location he realized that it was an upscale restaurant and that he probably needed to dress better for the occasion.

Arriving in a suit to the restaurant he told the front people of the reservation under Catalonia. One of the host told him to follow her and she lead him up the elevator and up to the 70th floor and walk further in. By this time Quatre could only admire the opulence around him though he had yet to indulge himself in it. He had considerable wealth by now but coming from his background, he had yet to accustom himself into high society lifestyle.

The staff led him to a private room at the back and he realized that Dorothy was already there. He nearly stopped to admire her. Dressed in a purple dress that clung to her just perfectly, he was happy he was not underdressed at that moment.

She rose to hug him and he almost dropped. The back of his mind was fantasizing that this whole meeting felt inconspicuously like a date.

Once they got seated though, she brushed aside all his thoughts of a dinner date.

"I don't know if you were aware, however, I have to apologize if associating with me have cause you any discomfort from your regular life."

He looked at her.

"If you did not notice, the usual pestering press has conjured stories of us being romantically link. Paparazzi snapped pictures of us at the coffee shop so that why I offer to meet up here, up high where no press will be. So once again, I apologize if socializing with me has disrupted a quiet life I know you probably prefer."

"Oh yes, I happen to saw that report to. It's alright; no one has yet identified me yet." He reassured her.

"It was only reported in one of the channels, not several but you never know the media. No worries, I will never give out your name you can be reassured."

It was amusing to know that Dorothy sense of hiding away from the press was to dine privately which Quatre and any unknowingly curious individual would think there was something totally going on.

They order their food and Quatre notice a newspaper next to Dorothy.

"You enjoy reading the news?" Quatre asked since he had noticed Dorothy carrying a paper around often when they saw each other.

She looked down and chuckle. "I do carry one around me don't I? No this was just offer by the restaurant as I waited for you."

"Oh, sorry -," Dorothy hand wave him aside. "No, its just complimentary for them to give something to their waiting guests." Dorothy explained indicating that he was quite on time.

She opens the newspaper and Quatre wished he had not brought it up.

Once again, the headline news titled: Already a millionaire? Who is Sandrock Investment owner? He was going to shoot the Financial Times soon.

"You must have been following the news?" Dorothy asked, expecting him to follow the financial news as a banker. "What do you think of story on whoever this person is?" She pointed to the word Sandrock. "Do you have any idea on who it may be?"

Quatre looked down at the paper and slowly felt a cold sweat going through him. He looked back up to Dorothy's concentrated face. He swallowed.