Hi! So, This will basically be a compilation of one-shots, where Mara and Jerome meet. Nothing else, really. Read on, and I'll explain more at the bottom!

"Are you sure you can't come?" I asked Amber over the phone.

"Yeah. Sorry, Mara. Daddy really needs me now. I'll meet you tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay. Bye."

"Bye."

I hung up, and put my phone into my jacket pocket. Now what do I do? I was in an Indian restaurant, Sheesh Mahal, where Amber was supposed to be meeting me. She had just gotten promoted, and we were going to celebrate by having a nice dinner, because neither of us could be bothered to cook tonight. I sure as hell wasn't going home on tan empty stomach, so I decided to jut stay here and eat.

"Can I take your order?" Someone asked, standing right next to me. I jumped and turned to him, to see the attractive blond waiter smirk at me. "Sorry about that."

The hell he was. "I'll have a... mixed grill," I told him after examining the menu, "and a coke."

"Anything else?" he asked after jotting my order down on his little pad. "You know that the mixed grill is only a starter, don't you?"

I looked at him in mock-surprise. "Really? So that's why it's under the heading entitled 'starters?'"

"Funny," he sneered at me, before walking away.

I got my small notebook out of my pocket, and continued writing the story I was working on. I loved to write. Right now, I was working on a story about a girl who moves into this city and makes friends wth a load of outcasts, as well as the most popular kids in school, and then falls in love with her best friend who has a crush on her. It's a cappy plot, but I don't care.

"What are you writing?" the waiter asked me, making me jump again. He was sitting at the table, opposite me. How did he get there?

"Gah! Don't do that!" I sighed, putting my hands on my chest.

"Sorry," he said meekly. He really meant it this time. "So, what are you writing?"

"Nothing," I told him, tucking my notebook into my pocket. Waiter Guy raised his eyebrows at me, and I sighed. "I'm writing a story."

"Really?" he asked, seeming interested. "What's it about?"

"Well, it's about a girl, Meredith, who makes frien-" I abruptly stopped myself, and stared at him. "Don't you have a job to do?"

"Look around. You're the only one here. It's been so slow today, all of the other waiters went home."

"Oh."

Mr. Waiter offered me his hand. "I'm Jerome by the way. Jerome Clarke."

I took his hand, and gave him a small smile. "Jaffray. Mara Jaffray."

Jerome leaned back in his chair and folded his arms. "So then, Mara, why are you here all alone?" he asked me, tilting his head to the side as if he was actually interested.

"I was supposed to be meeting my friend her, but she's busy. Why?"

"Just. You're an attractive woman, sitting here all alone, and I just wondered if you were maybe... stood up?"

I blushed at this and became furious. He thought I was stood up? "Yeah, well you're an attractive waiter, not doing his job!" That was like, the worst comeback ever.

"Oh, so I'm attractive, now?" Ugh. I should have known that this guy had a big ego. I mean, look at his hair!

"You little-"

"Jerome!" Some guy called from somewhere, "Order up!"

Jerome went to collect my food as I waited impatiently. Within seconds, he had put the dish full of sizzling meat on the table. I licked my lips as Jerome looked on quizzically.

"You can go now," I told him.

He put his hands up and backed away wordlessly while I piled my plate high with meat and chicken. I then speared a small chunk of bright red chicken and popped it into my mouth.

Oh, hot damn.

I furiously fanned my mouth and clumsily poured myself a glass of water before gulping it all down in one go. That chicken was spicy.

I heard Jerome's laughter and gritted my teeth. "Are- you- c-crying?" he asked between fits of laughter.

"No!" I replied instantly. But I still touched the corner of my eye and sure enough, there wre tears. I hastily wiped them away and turned to pout at Jerome.

"It's not funny!" I insisted.

"You're right, it's not," Jerome replied seriously. Then he burst out laughing again. "It's hilarious!"

"Hey! You sit down here now," I ordered, pointing at the chair opposite me.

He sat down, looking expectant, and I speared another chunk of chicken.

"Eat it," I demanded, thrusting the chicken at him. He opened his mouth, and I placed the red chunk into it, watching with a smug smile on my face as he chewed.

"Mmmh!" Jerome's eyes widened, and he was gesturing to my glass of water with wide eyes.

"See? You can't take it either, can you?" I giggled, as I handed the glass to Jerome.

"Touche," he said after finishing his glass of water.

"Are you crying?"

"Oh, shut up!"

And from that point on, we decided to sit and eat together, taking it in turns to eat the spicy chicken chunks and when they were finished, we started on the lambchops, and then onto the kebabs.

"This food is just too good!" I said after we had finished off the rest of the dish.

"Mmm," Jerome agreed with me. "Yeah."

"What time is it? I have to go back soon."

"Oh, it's about eleven."

"Eleven?" I screeched. "I was supposed to be back at ten!" I got up and started to collect my things, and get some money out to pay for the meal.

"Keep the change," I muttered after flinging a few notes onto the table.

"Mara! Mara, wait!" Jerome caught hold of my arm when I was about to open the door, and I turned and bumped into his chest. Whoah, he was a long way up.

"Um, yes?"

"Aren't you going to give me your number?" he breathed.

"Hell no!" I shouted. "Ask properly!"

Jerome grinned at me and leaned in so that our noses were almost touching.

"Mara? Won't you give me your number? Please?"

"That wasn't so hard, was it?"

"Ahem!"

"Fine, fine!" I pulled a pen out of my pocketand grabbed Jerome's arm, then I pushed his sleeve up and proceeded to write my number on his arm.

"Bye!" I called out to him before leaving the restaurant. I heard a faint, "Bye, Mara," and a "Jerome! You've pulled!"

Hi again. So, I have plenty of ideas, but I thought, since there are SO many ways you can meet, you can help me out a bit. Give me a setting, anything specific you want to happen, P.O.V, etc, and I'll write it! Or if not, I'll just go along with my ideas...