The One with Apartment 20
"Chess, I need a house steak medium rare! Oh and a Caesar salad!" Monica sighed. Friday was probably the worst day. At least she had 6 chefs, not including her, to take care of the workload.
"Monica?"asked Cheryl. Monica turned round. Cheryl was her newest recruit and was one of the waitresses. She seemed nice enough but was a bit scatty; she reminded Monica of Rachel.
"There's a person here to see you. She says she's got some mail for you?" Confused Monica nodded and followed Cheryl to the front door of her restaurant.
A young woman was seated there, slightly plump with black hair. Her face was blotchy and her eyes red but she still managed to smile.
"Hello there, I suppose you're Monica Geller AND Monica Bing?" She handed over a thick wad of letters. Monica noticed it was mostly from random cookery clubs/magazines she had signed up for about 10 years ago. The girl turned to leave but Monica placed her hand on the girl's shoulder.
"Hey, at least tell me your name!"Monica said." Let me give you a snack at least!" The girl snorted.
"You look really busy. Aren't you?" Monica stopped. She really shouldn't do what she was going to but...
"Come on up to my office with me...?" The girl sighed.
"My name's Anna. Anna Feller." Monica walked up the stairs and opened her office and closed it behind Anna. Monica took the seat behind her desk.
"I suppose you live in Apartment 20 now?" Anna nodded, twiddling her thumbs.
"Yes, I do. You see, I want to become a journalist but my parents don't want me to. They think it's not a 'steady job'." Monica stopped for a moment. That was exactly what her parents had told her about being a chef!
"Let me guess," started Monica slowly." They said it was pointless and you decided to walk out on them?" Anna Feller stared at her and nodded slowly.
"I moved in with this girl, Chloe. She's a struggling singer, to put it bluntly. She's moved out though, and lives with her grandma, I think." Monica shook her head. This girl's story was almost identical to hers. It couldn't be possible but amazingly it was!
"Now I share with my friend Sara. She's on tenterhooks now, because she just left her boyfriend of like, 5 years, and her family's cut off most contact with her." Monica nodded, and she noticed the girl's chin trembling. Soon Anna was in sobs.
"Oh Monica. What should I do? My parents, they were right. I should just become an accountant or something like that!" Monica stood up, almost angrily.
"No! Anna, follow your dreams. Fate'll be harsh to you now, but you've got to fight it now and then it'll help you!" Anna stared at her and then wiped her tears.
"You're right Monica. I should be strong!" She stood and held out her hand. Monica shook it.
"Thank you...I really needed that Monica." Monica smiled and waved her hand.
"It was nothing Anna . Really!" Anna shrugged
"You want to come round? I'm sure everyone would like to meet you!" Monica nodded.
"That would be lovely! Could I bring round a few friends?" Anna Feller grinned.
Monica smiled to herself. This was going to be good.