A/N: Another chapter! Reviews are very much appreciated 

Disclaimer: Oh if only it were mine. But it's not. It's still Mr. JRB's.

Cathy was still engrossed with her reading when she suddenly felt a presence standing near her table. She looked up and gasped at the man standing in front of her.

"Hi," Jamie smiled sheepishly. Cathy stared at him for a moment, not quite believing her eyes that her ex-husband was standing in front of her. The only communication she'd had with him over the past five years was through a lawyer for the sole purpose of settling financial matters. In the end, that's all she had to show for their marriage: files of paperwork, attorney fees, and an empty house too big for one person. Cathy had tried to remain in the house they had shared, hoping she could make new memories to erase old, painful ones. And after one month of crying into pillows on an unaccompanied bed, she found a small studio apartment in the heart of the city where she could shed the stigma of a "divorcee" and just be…Cathy.

And while the whole point of moving to a city of eight million people was to escape from her past, it was now standing in front of her, looking uncomfortable in the awkward silence.

"Jamie…hi," she stammered. "Wow…what…how are you? What are you doing here?"

He scuffed his foot on the floor. "Oh, you know, just uhh…passing by, thought I'd stop for a cup of..."

"What can I get for ya'" a waitress said hurriedly as she bustled over to her new customer, unaware of the momentous, yet tense, situation at hand.

"Coffee. Decaf, please," Jamie responded quietly.

Cathy smiled. "You're drinking decaf now? I thought you were hooked up to a caffeine IV at all times."

Jamie relaxed at the quip, and smiled back. "I'm trying to cut down."

Five years later, and he still has that smile, she thought to herself. "Would you like to sit?"

"Oh, well…sure, unless I'd be interrupting your reading," he said, indicating at the book still clutched in her hand.

Shit, did he notice? Cathy fumbled as she stuffed the book quickly back in her purse. "No…uhh, not at all." But by the grin on his face, she knew she had been busted.

"Oh come on, its not that bad is it?" he teased.

Like a suspect surrendering incriminating evidence, Cathy bashfully pulled out the book upon which she had been so fixated: "Unlimited Time" by Jamie Wellerstein.

"So far so good," she answered light-heartedly. "I'd say it's earned that place at the top of the bestseller's list."

Jamie blushed, and then paused before saying, "How are you, Cath?"

She sighed. "I'm great. I've been doing some marketing work for the Hayes Theater for about four years. Not exactly the direction I originally planned on, but I'm surprisingly good at it and have wound up being really happy there."

"I'm guessing it beats a summer in Ohio?" he joked.

Cathy chuckled. "You don't know the half of it. It just got to the point where I couldn't bring myself to go to another audition. The uncertainty and risk of the whole business just lost its appeal. So I thought I'd try my hand at the logistical aspect of theater, and it just clicked. I've got an office with my name on the door and a steady paycheck." She took a sip from her cup. I always told you I'd make it.

"That's great to hear Cathy, I'm happy for you," Jamie said sincerely, yet, Cathy noticed, with the smallest hint of sadness in his voice.

For what seemed like hours, they looked at each other, unsure of what to say yet subconsciously knowing that nothing really need to be said. They sat in comfortable silence, still astounded to be in each other's presence after so much time.

Breaking the eye contact between them, Cathy glanced at her watch. "Oh damn," she said, standing up quickly and throwing her coat across her arm. "I took a bit more than an hour for lunch. I got to get back to work," she said with a subtle disappointment.

"God, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to keep you," Jamie said apologetically, helping her gather her things.

"Thanks," she said as she headed towards the door. She stopped and turned around, "Bye Jamie, it was really great seeing you." And with that, she stepped out on to the busy street and merged into the bustling crowd.