Im sure when people talk about moving to a new town you only hear about all glamour and what not. I was being transferred. All that glamour was null and void. Being a reporter for 2 years opened my eyes to the "plesures" of New York, not to mention its was Queens, New York I was being transferred to. All the talk of super heroes and villains Made me second guess the bonus im getting for this. When I got off the train at one of the many stations in queens I grabbed two suitcases. Already wearing my backpack I went straight to Mike's house. A friend who I would be living with. That is untill I could get a place of my own. He had his own place in Forest hills since he moved out of the bronks. He was doing well for himself. Wife, kids, a car, great job. The american dream. I've know him for about two years. Why if it werent for me he probably wouldnt even be married. At least thats what I tell myself. The real reason was about iced tea or something. I started making my way to his place on foot. I never really trusted public transportation in new york. Plus I didnt want spend money on a cab to sit in the same spot for 2 hours. Just as I was about to get to mike's I saw the red and blue "vigilante" Jameson wouldnt shut up about over the phone when he offered me the position. I personally think Spiderman is what hes trying to be. A hero.

"Hey, buddy!" A familiar voice yelled ridding up next to me on a shiny, almost brand new looking bike.

"Well look who it is." I said smiling and shaking his hand.

"How's life for you, sarah, and the kids?" I asked as we walked to his garage to put his bike away. I swear he has about a thousand of these things. Hearing the familiar voice she ran into the garage and gave me hug.

"Oh my God its been forever, Ricky. How are you?" She asked releasing me from the hug.

"Im good. I just stopped by to drop off my things. I gotta get to the daily bugle and meet with Jameson. I might get some lunch too."

"Ok well good luck with that. I hear he's a real blowhard." He said to me as I walked out of the garage.

- two hours later-

I guess some of that glamour had came back. Leaving the daily bugle with a project on my first day and I got paid up front. Well half of it. While walking back to Mike's I remembered that I said I would get some lunch. I wasnt really hungry but I could eat. Lucky for me I was right in front a shady looking cafe named Brewsters. I walked in and sat down a one of the small round between the wall and weird looking stain on the floor. Looking around at some of the people made me wonder how some people get dressed in the morning. I took out my phone to see if I had any missed calls. Color me surprised when I saw a call from one of my past relationships. Name not important but lets just say it wasnt a fun time, which actually got me to thinking about something mike pointed out to me. Im alone. At that moment I would dedicated some if my time to finding a girlfriend. So I scoped out the cafe. Probably a poor choice of location but beggers cant be choosers. After about twenty minutes of scoping I realized I never ordered. I walked up to the counter with my attention still on my phone and not noticing the person in front if me.

"Im sorry I wasn't looking..." I lifted my head, and There she was.

All I could think about was how good she looked for her age. To think the cleched 'meeting in a cafe' would actually be the place I find one of the most interesting, not to mention beautiful, women of my life.

"My name's Ricky, by the way." I said holding my hand out to shake hers. She replied by gently taking my hand. Im still a little surprised by how much smaller her hands were than mine.

"May. May Parker." She said with a smile.

"I know we just met and all, but would you maybe want to get lunch sometime?" She smiled and stepped a little closer to me. Wow, a smile. Seeing it gave me a little confidence that she might actually say yes.

"Sure. I'd love to." She said as she started to go through her purse. Now I've asked a few women out in my life, but for once I was actually nervous. She took out a pen and a small piece of paper. As she stated writing I looked past her out the window to see police cars speeding down the street.

"Uh-oh..." The people inside the cafe started stirring at what at what they just saw, May didnt really notice what was going on as she finished writing.

"Here." Her voice brought her back to my attention. That, and the feel of her gentle hands placing something in mine.

"This is my address. Pick me up saturday." She said with a another smile, this one more pleasing than the first.

"Of course. I'll make sure to get there a little early." I really didnt want to leave May in this crappy cafe but I had to see if I could get anything on Spiderman.

"It was really nice meeting you Ricky but I have to get home to start dinner for my nephew Peter. If your lucky you might meet him." She said flirtly winking her eye. She was making it difficult for me to leave but I had to show a little self control. Before I could attempt to make an excuse to leave she got her purse, winked at me again, and turned to leave.

"To think I didnt even order anything." I said as I snuck out of the emergency exit.