"Are you OK?" Mark asked looking over at Jami as they sat in the café drinking their coffee.

"Hmm, um... yeah. I'm fine." she ran her finger along the top of the coffee mug.

"OK, what gives? You've been quiet since you walked in here." he asked grilling her.

"I'm nervous about this weekend." she confessed looking up at him.

"Why?" he asked confused.

"Mark, they're my boyfriend's family. What if they don't like me? What if they look at me and see just another woman who's gonna break his heart? Another person in his life to disappoint him." she leaned over whispering to him.

"They're not. His family is really cool. His sister is really funny and his brothers are easy going just like him. They're gonna be eating out of the palm of your hand as soon as they meet you." he smiled over at her.

"And what about his mother? You of all people know how mothers are when it comes to their little boys." she asked looking over at him.

"Ginger Davis is nothing like Patsy Cohen. Trust me. Roer has the cool mom. I mean, I've known her a long time and all she wants is for him to be happy and in case you missed it, you make him happy. Happier than he's ever been." he looked over at her.

"And that's what scares me. He makes me feel like that too. I… I didn't think it was possible to be this happy but with him, I am. I don't want to get to New Jersey and have his mom look at me and disapprove of me and blow everything we've had this last month and a half up. I don't know what I would do if that happens." she told him quietly staring down at the table.

"Why the hell would she disapprove of you? You're the best thing that's ever happened to him." he argued looking over at her.

"I don't know, Mark. Maybe it's because I'm an assistant at an independent film studio and a cashier at a grocery store. I… I don't know." she answered clearly upset.

"James Frances Barnett, listen to yourself. You're working two jobs to support yourself. Two honest jobs, by the way. What the hell could she have against that?" he asked looking down at her.

"I don't know. Maybe I'm being irrational." she clamped her hands together, rubbing them up and down.

"Maybe? Jami, you're being completely irrational. Everything is gonna be fine. The Davis family is gonna love you. Especially his mother." he looked over at her.

"I… I hope so. I… I'm so in love with him and I… I have a feeling that I'm gonna become one them before long. If he has anything to say about it." she told him quietly.

"He's talking about marriage?" Mark asked surprised.

"In passing, yeah. I mean, we've been talking about it for a while. He… he told me that he wants to spend the rest of his life with me. I just don't want anything to happen to prevent that. I wanna give him everything." she looked over at him.

"Then nothing will. He wants to give you everything too. All you can do is just go and be yourself. They're gonna love you. Trust me. Roger does." he smiled looking over at her.

"That's what Roger said." she smirked at him.

"Roger's not as dumb as he looks, you know. He may be good looking, but he happens to be a very smart man. He's with you, isn't he?" he smiled back at her.

"Hey, that's the man I love you're talking about." she laughed leaning over to slap Mark's arm.

"He was my best friend first. I can say anything I want about him." he squealed looking over at her.

"Fair enough." she laughed looking over at him.

"Well Roger's excited. He's been on the phone with his mom every day this week." he smiled looking over at her.

"I'm… I'm glad he's talking to his mom more." she smiled up at him.

"All he talks about is you and how proud he is of you." he said looking over at her.

"Proud of me? What have I done?" she asked sitting back in the chair.

"Your film, that screenplay you're writing about him. You getting him back on stage." he said looking over at her.

"He was getting back on stage long before he met me. He didn't need me to push him." she said looking up at him.

"All I'm saying is that they're all really excited to be meeting you." he said looking over at her.

"How am I supposed to live up to that? What if I'm not what they're expecting?" she asked.

"You don't have to live up to anything. Just be yourself." he tried to reassure her.

"I know. I'm sorry for the meltdown. I drove Roger crazy last night while I was trying to pack, but I don't know why I'm worried. I mean, what's the big deal, right? I live in New York City. I meet new people all the time." she made an attempt to ease her own fears.

"Yeah, you're a New Yorker now. Fear's your life." he tried to mock a New York accent.

"That was almost as bad as Roger's British accent." she laughed looking over at him.

"Hey. Nothing is as bad as Roger's British accent." he laughed defending himself.

"Touche." she laughed picking up her coffee and taking another sip.