Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon in any way, shape, or form. The show and the characters are the property of Naoko Takeuchi.

CHAPTER 1

He looked up and smiled as she greeted each of his customers by name, while taking their orders. Her long blonde hair shook as she laughed at their jokes.

When she was finally done, he grabbed her hand and hauled her to the kitchen.

"Andrew! What on earth are you doing?" Mina yelped.

Winking, he smiled, "Just wait, it's bound to knock your socks off!"

"Well it better be good, because I think I finally got Mr. Stevens to offer me his number!"

Laughing he twirled her around and said, "Well the old man better get it fast, before he goes down for his afternoon nap."

He pushed open the kitchen door, and led her to the counter, where his surprise awaited.

Mina looked down and smiled. It was a chocolate cupcake with an orange candle on top.

"What's all this for?"

He looked down into her large blue eyes and grabbed both of her hands.

"Well, this is your three year anniversary for sticking with me and the diner. Instead, of offering you a bonus, I'm giving you one of my special cupcakes."

She raised a blond eyebrow in amusement, "Just one? I thought I was worth at least a dozen cupcakes."

"You're not that great of an employee. Besides, I had to make it fast before Serena came wandering in to see what smelled so good. That girl can smell chocolate in my kitchen from Darian's apartment. Now here." He lit the orange candle. "Make a wish and blow."

Grinning, she said, "I wish my crazy boss would know better than to give his number one employee, one lousy cupcake." She blew out the candle.

"Ha! You said it aloud so it won't work now." Andrew said taking out the candle.

Taking a bite, Mina closed her eyes and savored the taste, "Mmmm, this tastes good. Although it would have been better if you had put frosting in the middle, and let it cool down a little more before serving it to me, and—"

Swatting at her butt with a dish towel, Andrew yelled, "Hey! No insulting the chef! Now give me the orders, before Mr. Stevens dumps you for his wife again."

As he prepared to fry some hamburgers, he couldn't help but grin. Mina was the greatest addition to the diner since he had bought it from Mr. Stevens several years ago. She had been in need of fast cash, after quitting her modeling career. At first he had been hesitant to hire her, she was frankly too pretty and didn't appear to have ever washed a single plate in her life. But she proved him wrong, and was even capable of helping with the cooking when the day became too hectic. The diner was always fun and interesting when they worked with each other. They were friends and felt completely comfortable with one another. He couldn't ask for anything better.

Suddenly he heard the kitchen door open.

"Andrew!" yelled an all too familiar voice. "I was outside and couldn't help but smell something delicious flowing from here."

He didn't even turn around to guess that Serena was at it again. The kitchen door swung open again.

"Meatball Head! I told you I could just get Mina to get something for you! Quit bothering Andrew!"

At this Andrew fully turned around, and saw a scowling Darien locking eyes with Serena. He laughed, his best friend, Darien was surely a sight to see now. During his high school and college years, Darien always look composed and sure of himself. Almost cocky. Yet, when Serena came into his life, he automatically changed and became more at ease with everyone. Except Serena of course. They fought like cats and dogs. But there was no doubt that the two loved each other. Even if it meant, they expressed it through screaming matches.

Assuring Darien there was no harm done he said, "No problem Darien, I have just the thing for the most beautiful pregnant woman I have ever seen." He opened the oven and took out a batch of chocolate chip cookies.

Serena squealed and threw her arms around Andrew. "I knew you cared! This oaf over here," she said pointing her finger at Darien, "refuses to ever feed his loving wife and growing child."

With his arms folded, and eyes sparkling with amusement he asked, "Well I guess the dozen or so blueberry pancakes I made this morning were just for me. Oh wait, when last I remembered I turned around to find them all gone. Then when I tried to discreetly scramble some eggs, I reached for the salt and the plate of eggs had disappeared. In fact, I think I managed to shove down a piece of toast before you cleaned out the whole kitchen. Of course, I was starving by that point so it's all a blur."

"Darien! I was hungry!" Serena blushed and grabbed her round stomach.

"I know, I know. I'm just kidding with you Meatball Head." He put his arm around her full figure and led her out to the diner.

As Andrew gathered the plates together, he noticed Serena forgot to take the bag of baked cookies.

The kitchen door swung open again, and he looked up at Mina.

"Hey cupcake queen, can you deliver this to the expecting meatball outside?" he teased.

"Sure, boss man." Not looking where she was grabbing as she was occupied with taking the other orders out, Mina mistakenly grabbed the fisted hand holding the bag of cookies.

Her smooth and cool hand moved against his rough and warm one. Andrew suddenly felt even warmer and uncomfortable in the warm kitchen. Her big blue eyes looked up and her pink lips opened with a small o. His grip on the bag grew tighter as he felt a strange yearning creeping through his body. He moved slightly towards her, as he felt her smooth, delicate hands atop his own. It was as though his body was moving without his consent. He could hear her breathing become uneven.

His mind shouted at him, "What are you doing? She's your friend stupid!"

He jumped back.

"Um, I-I'll, uh why don't you take these?" he asked thrusting the bag of cookies in her face.

She broke out of the moment, and quickly grabbed the bag and plates and hurried outside.

When he heard the door swing shut, he frowned. What was that? Talk about strange. He almost kissed Mina. His good friend Mina. The one, he joked with nearly everyday. For God's sake, he could almost imagine her beneath him, as she moved those smooth hands over his body.

He let out a breath. Calm down boy. If you need some release, you can always call Molly up. You haven't seen her in a few weeks.

Outside, Mina delivered the customers their food, and watched as Serena immediately dove into the bag of cookies. She shifted uncomfortably, as she cleaned a table.

What was I thinking? Andrew? Sweet, dependable Andrew? I almost kissed him. God, what would Jeffrey say?

She sighed and continued to work. But as she wiped, and stacked plates together, she couldn't help but think of how great Andrew's large hands would feel as they touched her body.