This is a story that I thought of when I decided that Sheldon should be with Stella's sister that she didn't even know existed. This is the story of how they met, and how they became close and all that. I'll use this story as a back story to a lot of my New York stories coming up, so I might refer to this one in a few of those stories! Enough of my chit-chat, here's the story! ENJOY!!!

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A sigh escaped the lips of a blonde with pixie-like hair and bright blue eyes that were almond shaped that sat at a table at a coffee shop. She twirled the straw around in her coffee mug, thinking of the past few months that she had spent in New York. She had come to New York from California, after having a long talk with her former foster mother.

See, the blonde, whose name was Rebecca, was put in foster care in California after her parents abandoned her when she was five. She had spent the rest of her childhood and teenage years in foster care, and when she was kicked out at 18, she had gone to work for her foster mother's work. Then, one day, her foster mother sat her down and told her that she had an older sister living in New York. Rebecca couldn't believe what she was hearing, but decided to try and check it out, so she had moved to New York in an attempt to find her long-lost sister. Rebecca had always wanted a sister, or at least a blood relation, and now was her chance. A man's voice startled her out of her reverie, and when she looked up, she saw that it was the same man that always came there each morning for coffee the same time Rebecca did. She figured he came in before his shift wherever he worked, because that was what she did. She worked as a clerk at a Tiffany's store in downtown New York City.

The man was African-American, and for some reason, he just looked smart, yet tough to Rebecca. She had always observed him a little, drawn to him for some curious reason. But today was different. He didn't just sit at the bar, like he normally did; he was standing at her booth and asked her,

"May I join you?" She looked at him for a long moment, and then nodded, saying quietly,

"Sure. I'm not expecting anyone." He sat down, setting his coffee down.

"Pretty girl like you should have a date here, or something like that." He said, and Rebecca looked at him for a long moment, trying to decide if he was being polite or being nosy. He twitched a smile and she decided he was the real deal, so to speak.

"I've only been here a few months. Besides, I haven't dated in a long time." He nodded, saying,

"Me neither." She flashed a smile at him, and he stared at her for a long moment.

"What?" She asked, and he blinked, saying,

"You look a little like someone I know." He shrugged, and said, "I'll bet you're wondering why I asked to sit with you."

"Yeah, maybe." She said with a small laugh, and he sighed.

"I'm a crime scene investigator and my lab just closed a really, really bad case, and I just needed to restore my faith in the human race." He said, and Rebecca nodded. She knew the feeling, though she wasn't a CSI. She sometimes just felt like the world was a horrible place, and needed to know there were still good people out there.

"I know the feeling." Rebecca said, staring into her coffee. "So, if you don't mind me being nosy, what's your name? I've seen you every time I come in here." She said, looking at him. He smiled at her, saying,

"Sheldon. Yours?"

"Rebecca." She said, since he didn't offer his last name. He nodded, and then his beeper went off. He swore under his breath and she smiled, saying, "Work?"

"Duty calls." He muttered, and paid for his coffee. He smiled at her, saying, "I hope I'll see you in here tomorrow." She shrugged, not knowing if she would be there or not. He nodded, and then walked out. Rebecca drank the rest of her coffee and when she went to pay, the man told her that Sheldon had paid for her coffee. She sat in her car for the longest time and then decided that she would be at the coffee place the next day, because she really wanted to get to know Sheldon whatever-his-last-name-was.

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The next day, Rebecca walked in to see Sheldon already at her booth. She slid in across from him and teased,

"Hey, this is my booth."

"I'm sorry, do you mind?" He said apologetically, and she shook her head no with a laugh. He smiled, and she ordered her coffee.

"So, Sheldon, I was wondering who the heck are you, but I could not figure it out for the life of me." She said, and he laughed.

"Well, I was wondering who Rebecca was, but I wasn't successful either."

"Fine. I'll start. I think you're sort of quiet, but that's only because you've seen some horrible, tragic things. Things most people will never see, and will never want to see." Sheldon looked at her in shock, but before he could ask, she said, "It's in your eyes. When I went to college I studied psychology for a little while. But before you can ask, I'm not a shrink. I'm actually a professional security guard, but I work as a clerk at a jewelry store now. But enough about me, I wasn't finished with you. I think that you're a gentle person most of the time, but you won't hesitate to get mad at anyone who deserves it, and you won't hesitate to deal out violence with it's warranted, like if one of your friends is in danger, or something like that. I also think you're very smart, it's in the eyes, and the way you look at things, calculating all the time. Basically, I think you are one of the better human beings out there." Sheldon looked at her with wide eyes, and said,

"Our department shrink has nothing, nothing on you, Rebecca, I gotta tell you." She smiled and blushed a little. "Well, I think you are a very quiet, shy person to people you don't know, but very polite at the same time. Once you get to know people, you won't stop talking. But that's a compliment. I also think that you are a very strong person, but you still have the femininity of a woman, something I admire about you. Basically, you are a very beautiful woman." She smiled at him and said quietly,

"Thank you. You can call me Becca, if you want." He grinned and nodded. Just then, his beeper went off and he groaned. She smiled and got up, taking his bill and hers before he could protest. When she came back, he stood up and said,

"Thanks for the coffee." She smiled, and said,

"It was the least I could do."

"Rebec, I mean Becca, I'd like to see you again." He said softly, and she smiled slowly.

"How about here, 7pm." She said, and he nodded.

"I'll be here."

"So will I." She said, and walked out. He smiled to himself before going off to work, with a smile on his face for once in a while.

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I hope you like this so far! I know I'm stretching it a bit, meeting a stranger in a coffee shop, but I'm trying to not be so obvious, like the no last names thing, and no numbers thing, so I hope its okay! Thanks for reading, and adios for now!!!