Chandler works at a new high class restaurant that has just moved to the big city called "Bing's Steakhouse" Monica works at a smaller lower class restaurant that is popular to the small part of the city and it's called "Taste of Liberty." The two different restaurants are just two blocks from each other.

Monica is dating...I'm gonna use Pete once again...Monica is dating Pete for a few years now and they live together in her apartment.

Chandler is single, and lives in a apartment on the other side of the city that his friend Phoebe visits almost every morning.

Monica lied in bed as Pete got ready for the day. He made coffee and poured them each a glass. He brought Monica hers as he started to read the paper out loud for her to hear.

"Listen to this. The entire work force from the state of Virginia had to have Solitary moved from their computers because they weren't making enough money." He said as he sat down on the edge of the bed.

Monica sat up and took a sip of her coffee. "That's so sad."

"Do you know what this means?"

"No." Monica shook her head

"It's the end of western civilization as we know it." He joked kissing the side of her head

"Oh." Monica climbed out of bed "Aren't you going to be late?" She asked as she put on her robe

Pete continued reading "Name one thing, one thing that we gained from technology." He said putting on his suit jacket

"Electricity." Monica said going into the bathroom to start getting ready.

"That's one." He told her going over to her computer that sat on the table "You think this machine is your friend but really it's not." He said walking to the door "Bye."

"See you tonight." She yelled after him

"Sushi." He yelled back

Monica listened for the door to shut before she hurried out of the bathroom and looked out the window making sure he was gone. She then quickly made her way to her computer and logged in.

She smiled when she saw the "You've got mail" Sign light up from NYman. She opened the mail and read it.

"Ben is my dog. He loves the streets of New York as much as I do. Although he likes to eat bits of pizza and bagel off the side walk and I'd prefer to buy them." Monica smiled and continued "Ben is a great catcher. He was offered to try out on the Mets farm team but he chose to stay with me so he can spend 18 hours a day sleeping on a large green pillow the size of an inner tube. Don't you love New York in the fall? It makes me want to buy school supplies. I would buy you a bouquet of new sharpen pencils if I knew your name and address. On the other hand, this not knowing has it's charms..." Monica continued to read the rest of the letter before she headed off to work.

Chandler sat at his table in his apartment. He got some cereal out and poured himself a bowl. He took a bite as he began to read the paper.

He was soon interrupted by his friend Phoebe yelling at him from the other room "Chandler, I'm running late. Did you press it?" She asked after staying the night the night before from her apartment being remodeled.

Chandler got up and pressed the button to start the coffee machine.

Phoebe hurried out of the spare bedroom "I am so late. Did you start it?"

"I started it."

Phoebe grabbed her purse as she waited. "There was a house fire. Mary Adcines died. Which makes one less person I need to talk to."

Chandler chuckled at his friend

"Tonight, dinner. Don't forget." Phoebe reminded

Chandler looked up from the paper in front of him "Am I going?"

"Chandler Bing, you promised." She said getting her coffee

"But it's black tie." He whined "Can't I just give money instead?"

"Please come. I don't want to go alone." She begged

Chandler sighed "Fine, I'll go."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you." She hugged him

"Okay, you're late."

"Right." She broke the hug and hurried out.

Chandler listened for the door to shut and looked at the door for a few seconds making sure she didn't come back before he went over to his computer and logged in. "You've got mail." Echoed through the apartment.

He saw that it was from Chefgirl and opened it.

"I like to start off my notes to you as if we are already in the middle of a conversation. I pretend that we are the oldest and closet friend as oppose to what we actually are, people who don't know each other's names and met in a Chat Room where we both claimed we've never been before. "What will he say today?" I wonder. I turn on my computer and wait impatiently as it starts up. I go online and my breath catches in my chest until I hear three little words. You've got mail. I hear nothing, not even the sounds on the street of New York, just the beat of my heart. I have mail. From you." Chandler finished reading the last of her words and felt they were actually the closet of friends already.

Chandler left his apartment and headed to the elevators that took him down that morning like every morning.

Monica closed the door to her apartment building and walked down the streets of New York ready to start her day out fresh. She passed book stores, hotels, delivery trucks, bakery's, repair shops, pharmacy's; before she got to Starbucks.

Once she got her coffee she walked out and walked past each building watching them as they opened their doors for the day until she reached her destination.

Chandler crossed the street and walked into Starbucks to get his coffee for the morning before he continued to his newly built building to see how it was coming along before the big day where it would open it's doors to the community.

"There are a few things that are being backed up." The man told Chandler "The shipment for your supplies won't be arriving tomorrow because the truck hit a deer on the way." He said "And the electrical contractor is behind in traffic, we also got a thousand dollar ticket from the construction workers trucks parking in private property."

Chandler nodded "Great great." He looked around at his restaurant. There wasn't much there but the tarpes on the floor and plastic covering the doors and windows. "Is the electrition here today?" Chandler asked

"Man, I just told you he is in traffic. I knew you weren't listening."

Chandler smiled "You're right. I wasn't." He continued to walk around "I hear nothing. Not a sound on the city streets just the beat of my own heart." He said remembering the words from his email from chefgirl earlier that day "I think it goes something like that."

Well, this is just the beginning. I hope you like it and I will be sure to be on top of both my stories. Please review to let me know if you like this idea of a story or I should just drop it and do my other one only.