It was the evening of a beautiful day. Monica came home. She had a hectic day at work; there were problems with the food, angry customers, the usual stuff. She opened the apartment door and was greeted by her fourteen year old daughter, Madeline.
'Hi, mom! What's up? you look very tired!'
Monica sighed.
'Hi, sweetie! Yeah, I am. I had an awful day at work. I just want to take a shower and go to sleep. Do you need something? Are you hungry? 'Cause I can make something for you...'
'No, that's ok, mom. I ate at the Mall. I'm going to do my homework, I have lots! Have a nice shower and sleep well!'
'Thanks, sweetie!' Monica said. She turned around to leave.
'Oh, I almost forgot! Some guy called... I think his name was Chandler...something... Bing, I think. But I'm not sure. He said he was calling from France! And he left his e-mail address. And I gave him yours. Is that okay?' Madeline said, handing a piece of paper to her mother.
'Yeah... yeah... uh... it's okay... Yeah, thanks...' Monica murmured, taking the piece of paper and staring at the e-mail address scribbled on it.
'Uh, mom? Are you okay...?'
'Yeah, yeah, of course I am! Now go do your homework!'
'Okay...' Her daughter went to her room.
While in the shower, Monica couldn't stop thinking. It couldn't be HIM! He left... he left 15 years ago... How did he get her number, anyway? And what did he want from her...?