NEW YORK AT NIGHT...

"Ok, Emily, thanks! See you later..." says Ross to Emily on the phone.

"See ya, darling..."

Ross hangs up the phone and goes take a shower. He must return to NYU to solve some remaining problems and asked Emily to help him. A month and a half after Rachel come back to Paris, he continues with his life in New York, working harder than ever. It had been very difficult to get used to the end of their relationship, but now He's more focused on his career and is going out with his friends again. He finishes the shower, change clothes and leave. At his office he's organizing some papers when Emily opens the door.

"Hiii, doctor! Look what I brought!" says Emily excited with a bottle of wine in her hand.

"Hi, Emily. It was not necessary, you know this is a business meeting..."

"And who says we cannot have a fun meeting fun? Where do I put this? Let's drink later! Maybe somewhere else...

"There's a minibar...there" answers Ross poiting at the corner of the room.

After a few hours of work, Emily decides to take the wine and Ross looks at his watch, realizing that it's late.

"Done!" Says Emily. She always had a thing for Ross and never liked Rachel. Now that she's back for good in Paris, it's her turn.

Emily, it's already late. You better go home."

"Don't worry, boss! I usually don't sleep early..."

"It's not that, but tomorrow will be a long day and we have worked a lot for today."

"Just one glass of wine? Pleeease. We drink while I show you my notes."

"Okay, but let's not take too long."

One hour later, they've already finished their work. Ross had drunk her glass and Emily was the one who drank a little bit too much.

"Okay, now you better go. It's not good for a woman to walk alone at that time.

"You're so right, it's not good" Emily says approaching Ross on the couch. He gets up immediately. "I think I need company, I didn't come by car..."

"Ok, in this case you can use my phone and hail a taxi." he says nervously while pretendem to set his desk.

Emily is even closer to Ross. She pulls him by the shoulder and quickly turns him to her, involves his neck with both hands and gives him a kiss on the lips. Emily was dreaming of this moment for a long time and now it finally happened.

"EMILY!" he shouts after pushes her from him. What are you thinking you're doing?"

Calm down, no need to get angra, I didn't do anything wrong. After all, you are no longer committed to that...that blondie from Paris. If she really liked you, she'd be here with you now. Think about that, Ross!

I know I'm no longer with her, but never gave you liberty to do so. We are co-workers, nothing more. In fact, not even that we are anymore. You're fired, Emily.

"What? I want you to know that if we're not together is because you are a coward! She doesn't want you anymore. Think about that..." Emily says this ans leaves.

When Emily is already getting into the elevator, he holds the door and calls her again..

"And Emily?"

She looks annoyed at him. "What, Rossy?"

"That 'blondie' from Paris has a name and I don't admit that you speak that way about her."

She doesn't answer and enters the elevator.

PARIS EARLY NIGHT...

Rachel is leaving the Louis Vuitton buildind with Monica and Sophie passes them saying something to Rachel without even stop.

"Rach, everything's settled for tonight!" she says excitedly.

"Oh, ok!"

"Now, bye! I'll call you later."

Rachel just smiles and Monica looks at her with a questioning expression.

"What is settled for tonight?"

"Sophie and I are going out. Enjoy the night a little. The weather's so nice lately. And I feel that is what I need to do now, since..."

"You guys are so right, but why do I think this 'girls net out' is about my brother?"

"Ahh, Mon. We already talked about all of this. It's over now, it's time to move on with my life as he should be doing with his."

"Rach, sorry. You're absolutely right! Life doesn't stop! Go ahead, have fun with Sophie tonight! You have my blessing."

They exchange a tight hug.

"I knew you wouldn't judge me, Mon."

"Who am I to judge? I just want you and Ross to be happy. Quem sou eu pra julgar? Eu só quero a sua felicidade e a do meu irmão. If it's for you to be separated, so be it! Now go home!

They laugh and Rachel heads to her house.

"Uhm, Mon?"

"Yeah?"

Give Chandler and Danny a 'hi' from me and please, Don't forget to tell Chan that I promise I'll dine at the restaurant as soon as I can! I'm missing his meals.

"I will, honey."

PARIS LATE NIGHT...

Rachel and Sophie are in a pub with live music accompanied by two other friends eating snacks and drinking a few drinks when they are sighted by their boss, Gavin, who just came in with a friend. They had their backs to the entrance and don't realize when he approaches their table.

"I see this is a happy hour without my annoying company." Gavin says clearly joking and Rachel immediately turns to him.

"And you really think we would be in a happy hour without invitem you, sir?"

"I don't know anything. I'm just the boss, the one that everyone wants to die, and please, Rachel, 'sir'? I'm that old?"

Rachel laughs and Sophie kips talking with their other friends.

"Not at all, sir. I mean, Gavin Mitchell."

"Don't get me wrong, Rachel, but I think I'll give you more free time during the year."

"And may I ask you why?" Rachel says stirring on her drink.

"Absolutely..."

A few tense seconds pass and Rachel encourages him to respond. "So..."

"Uhmm, cause every time you travel, miss, you come back even more presentable?"

Rachel smiles timidly and asks him "presentable?"

"Let me explain better." Gavin then approaches and speaks into her ear. "Even more beautiful..."

Rachel smiles and is surprised by her own reaction. Somehow she liked hearing that. "I guarantee that your wife doesn't think the same way."

Gavin is silent for a moment and Rachel realizes that she said something wrong. "Gavin, I'm so sorry. I didn't remember you two are recently divorced. No more Cleriquot for me..."

"Hey, it's okay. It's been a few months now, but you knob how it is the end of a relationship..."

"I know." she says a little sad.

"Let's change the topic, please. I didn't expect to see you here...and look, it seems that Sophie and Jean got along."

Rachel turns around and sees that Sophie and Jean, Gavin's friend, really got along.

"Yeah, it really seems like it. At least one of us got lucky."

"Why do you say that? Do you think you had no luck Just because you're tal king to your apparently old boss at a bar. And I'm not even the boss..."

Rachel giggles smacking Gavin's shoulder lightly and he grabs her hand.

"Gavin, I don't think..."

Gavin touches a finger into Rachel's mouth causing her to shut up. "Shhh...we're not working, I'm not your boss here, you are especially gorgeous tonight, and I feel that you what it as much as I."

Without thinking twice, Rachel pulls him by the collar of his jacket and kisses him passionately, Gavin responds with equal intensity. Some time later they continue talking, laughing and enjoying themselves. That night, Ross was the furthest thought in her mind...

NEXT DAY...

Rachel wakes up exhausted and calls for Nice.

"Good morning, sunshine!"

Nice realizes that she isn't feeling well and offers to call Louis Vuitton saying she is unable to work, but Rachel stops her.

No, Nice! I'll go! I just got back from a little vacation, I don't want to miss anything. Just serve me some tea and toast, please.

"Sure, darling."

With great effort Rachel gets out of bed and goes to the bathroom to take a shower. She's extremely nauseous and tries to remember what may have caused such indisposition, after all didn't drink much last night.

When she arrives at the office is greeted by Monica, who soon realizes that Rachel is not in her best day and they talk a bit before starting work indeed.

During lunch, Rachel and Monica are at the restaurant and Rachel says she woke totally sick.

"Hmm, so the night was good, huh?"

"Uhmm, yeah." Rachel says uneasy.

Sophie hurriedly arrives and sits with her friends already commenting on the previous night.

"WHAT A NIGHT! PERFECT! The problem was that this morning I woke up super sick."

"Really? I thought it had been just me, but apparently not! You're better?"

"Yeah, yeah, so much better, and you?"

"I'm better too. Nice made me a wonderful tea this morning. "

"God forbid! Don't invite me to these parties of you. You have fun and go home like this...but tell me everything..."

They laugh and Rachel and Sophie tell everything that happened at the bar.

Rachel came home early from work and jumped in bed. She couldn't imagine that her night out would leave her that bad. Late afternoon, she wakes from a nap with her phone ringing. First, she expects Nice to answer, but as the phone keeps ringing, she raises a little dizzy to answer.

"Hello..."

"Rachel?"

"Hi, Mon..."

"What happened to your voice? Not even recognize you!"

"Oh, I was taking a nap. I don't know why Nice didn't answer it..."

"She must have gone out, Rachel."

"Yeah...I think I overslept. But why did you call me?"

"Oh, Yes, I almost forgot! How about dinner tomorrow at Chandler's?"

"Tomorrow? I don't know, maybe next saturday?"

"Rach, stop being boring! Recover this hangover, because tomorrow you'll dine with us! How long we don't do that?"

"It's true, you're right! Tomorrow I'll be there! What time?"

"Eight is good?"

"Great!"

"Ok, go take a shower now!"

"Already did!"

"Well, then take another one!"

"Ok, mom!"

"Bye, Rach."

"Bye."

THE NEXT DAY AT CHANDLER'S RESTAURANT...

About 15 minutes after 8PM, Rachel arrived at the restaurant. Simple, but elegant as always, was wearing a black leather pants, a black silk shirt, a white blazer on top and red high heels. Her hair was loose and straight. As soon she appeared at the door, Monica welcomed her with a big hug and a big smile on her face.

"Thank God you're here!"

"Wow! It seems like you don't see me in months!

"I always see you, but at work and today is a special day!"

"I don't even know I was so important for you to treat a simple dinner as a special night."

"Well, you should know that you are."

Rachel puts her coat on a chair and notices the beautiful arrangement of tables and the environment that Monica certainly had done. For a moment thought it was a little too much, but she knew that she could expect from her friend.

"So, Mon where's Chandler?"

"Where do you think? In the kitchen, as always..."

"Ok, I'll go there talk to him!"

"DON'T, Rachel! Wait here, you know how he doesn't like anyone to disturb him when he's cooking!"

"Ow, really? I didn't know, but ok, I'll wait for him..."

"Ok, I'll go to the bathroom, I'll be right back!

"Ok!"

Rachel sat down in a chair, facing the doorway and was checking her emails in her phone, which made her distracted for a few minutes. In that time, she felt someone touch her shoulder.

"Chandler, have you already made my meal?" she said jokingly while turning back.