Zack had offered to drive Kelly to the country club not realizing he'd have to get up at seven thirty to do it. Even though his Saturday mornings were usually spent sleeping, he didn't mind helping Kelly out. He wasn't even bummed when they arrived at eight only to find out the restaurant didn't open until eight thirty. In fact, he was enjoying himself.

He and Kelly had decided to explore for a while until the restaurant opened. Even though he had never been to the club before, he pretended to be a tour guide. Kelly would giggle and try to come up with questions that Zack would try to answer. When it got close to eight thirty, they headed back to the restaurant and relaxed on a park bench.

"I could get used to a place like this. Tennis courts, swimming pools, a golf course, an upscale restaurant—," Zack told her leaning back and resting his arm on the back of the bench.

"Rich girls," Kelly joked lightly smacking his leg.

Zack smiled at her. "Nah, I learned my lesson about rich girls through Screech and Robin."

Kelly sat back against the bench and her hair brushed his arm. Zack started to move it, then, decided to leave it there. He noticed her hair smelled like strawberries which caused him to lean toward her a bit. She didn't notice and kept her gaze straight ahead.

"You know, this place reminds me a lot of Palm Springs," she told him, "Who knew there was a place this nice in Palisades?"

Zack nodded in agreement. The memories of Palm Springs flooded his mind. Yeah, this place did remind him a lot of Palm Spring-- especially now that he was sitting here close to Kelly. He began to drift off remembering their pool side kiss...

Suddenly, he shook his head and glanced down at his watch. It was eight twenty-- eight. He looked back at the restaurant door and saw a figure unlocking the door. "Well, it looks like it's time for the restaurant to open. I saw someone unlocking the door."

Kelly stood up and paced in front of the bench. She wrung her hands nervously. "Is this outfit too much? I mean, do I look ok?" she asked in a high pitched voice.

Zack sat up and took her hand. "Kelly, calm down. You look great. Why are you so nervous? It's just a waitressing job."

Kelly sighed. "I don't know. It's just this place is so nice and these people are so rich and I'm…" her voice trailed off.

"Perfect for this job," Zack assured her standing up. He placed his hands on her shoulders. She was looking down at the ground. He bent down a little and tried to peek into her eyes. A slight smile formed across Kelly's lips when he caught her gaze. He smiled back at her and lifted her chin up with his finger. "You have nothing to worry about," he told her sincerely.

"You're right," she agreed softly. She lifted her head and began to head toward the door. Then, she spun around quickly and gave him a pleading look, "But will you walk me to the door?"

Zack chuckled, took her hand, and led the way.

Now, he waited outside the country club patiently. He was leaning against a painted white brick wall, with one hand in his pocket. As members entered, he would give a slight wave. The restaurant of the country club was located right behind the pool. A few people were lounging around poolside, but not many. However, the restaurant was full of people. As he peeked through the glass doors, he saw Kelly talking to an older waitress. The waitress was handing Kelly an application and telling her something. Kelly took the application over to a table and began filling it out.

Suddenly, a tall, dark haired college guy with a chiseled jaw, interrupted his thoughts.

"Excuse me, please," the guy said as he reached his hand out to Zack. Zack shook his hand firmly. "Are you a member here?" he asked.

Zack's initial reaction was to be rude to this Jeff look alike. However, the guy was so nice to him, he began to like him against his will. "No, I'm with a friend. She's applying for a job here," Zack politely informed him.

"I see. I'm new to the club, and I'm just trying to get acquainted with everyone" the stranger told Zack.

"So you're a new member?" Zack asked.

"No, I'm a new manager," he smiled at Zack. "I'm the new manager of this restaurant to be precise."

Zack's stomach dropped a little at the thought of Kelly working long hours and weekends with this sparkling toothed, rich guy. He quickly forgot about himself and tried to help Kelly out. "What a coincidence! My friend is applying for a job at this restaurant!" He told the manager with exaggerated enthusiasm. "Might I add that my friend is a perfect fit for this job? She is very friendly, has almost two years of waitress experience, and can work evenings and weekends!"

The manager nodded thoughtfully. "It does sound like she is a perfect match." He hesitated for a moment, "Is she easy on the eyes?" When he saw Zack's puzzled look, he added, "At the country club, appearance place a huge role. The people here pay for an inviting environment. A pretty waitress helps create that environment."

The answer made sense to Zack. "Yeah, she's gorgeous. See for yourself," he pointed through the glass door.

Kelly was filling out her application oblivious that she was being watched. She crossed her legs and brushed her hair off her shoulder. The manager nodded in approval. "You're right. She's perfect."

"So, does she have the job?" Zack asked eagerly.

"Hold it, man. I haven't even talked to her yet. But, it does look like she has a great shot."

"Well, I can't ask for more than that," Zack offered his hand again. The manager gave him a quick five and headed through the door. Zack watched as he greeted Kelly with a hand shake. She handed her application to the manager who scanned through it quickly. Then, he motioned for her to follow him. Zack relaxed himself against the wall again fairly sure he'd be seeing a lot more of this place.