This fic is dedicated to Kyla, who is always there for me :)

It had been a rough day for Olive Snook. Her alarm had gone of later than she preferred it to, and her curls did not come out quite right. She debated wearing a ball cap, but she was a Snook. That was unacceptable.

Olive had felt lonely lately, so she had taken to having a few drinks before bed. It soothed her at first, but she was noticing a bit of puffiness in her face, so she decided to lay off a bit. After about four coats of concealer and four disapproving glances in the mirror, she headed downstairs to work.

But to Alfredo Aldarisio, Olive looked like heaven. He sat in his normal booth near the door and sipped gently on an espresso from the machine he had quickly fixed. He was largely disappointed when a brunette server who introduced herself as Kitty Pims brought him his drink. She was pleasantly attractive, beautiful even, but there was something about her that was unreachable. It probably didn't help that she saw her and the Pie Maker exchange long glances just moments before.

He stared at his watch and knew that he had to be leaving soon.

"Two minutes. I'll give her two minutes." He mumbled to himself. Alfredo would wait for Olive to the ends of the earth, but he had a meeting with prospective buyer at a pharmaceutical company that he simply could not miss.

With a loud door slam, Olive Snook made an entrance into the Pie Hole. No one noticed her, not even Ned. She grabbed a pad and pen from the kitchen and soundlessly moved into the dining room.

"Good morning Olive! Are you alright?" Olive gave a fake smile to the perky brunette.

"Yeah sorry, got caught up this morning." She didn't want to admit that she had spent the entire night drinking Chuck's boyfriend out of her system. The only thing that knew was her horsey mug that was refilled with vodka one too many times.

"There's a gentleman brooding over there in the corner. I think he's the one who fixed the espresso machine." Olive raised an eyebrow.

"The guy with the vials of mood enhancers?" Chuck nodded enthusiastically. She could tell that this man was sweet on Olive, even if she couldn't.

Alfredo caught a glimpse of the petite blonde as she took an order from a table across the room. She seemed to be floating almost. He wasn't sure if she was angelic, or if he had taken too many drops of his mood enhancers.

"Excuse me?" He called meekly as she dashed by.

"Yeah what can I get you." Her head was buried in her notepad. Alfredo noticed the bags under her eyes, and her messy hair. He felt as if he had gotten close to an exquisite painting. He could see the brush strokes.

"I was hoping for a conversation." He smiled and finally looked at him.

"Still peddling your organic drugs?" Alfredo's smile disappeared. Was this the real Olive? Did the perfect woman he always imagine her to be, only exist in her head?

Alfredo felt that all hope was lost, until he saw her crack a smile.

"I'll get you some pie if you'd like."

"Only if you'd join me." Olive bit her lip and pondered for a moment. She saw Chuck two tables over.

"If you could just hold a minute." Olive grabbed the other woman's arm and pulled her to a safe distance away from Alfredo. "What do I do."

"Olive, what are you talking about?" She gave a slight head nod toward the man who had resumed sipping his espresso. "Oh, a gentleman caller how mysterious." She chuckled and Olive grabbed her arm harder. "What did he ask you?"

"For pie and conversation."

"Then give him pie and conversation."

Olive considered for a minute and then decided.

"Okay." She walked away from Chuck.

"Okay what?" Chuck called.

Olive grabbed two slices of peach pie, and placed one in front of the lonely man who traveled the countryside to find other people just as lonely as he was. And at the Pie Hole, he succeeded.