Chandler waited outside the coffee place for her. Ordinarily he would be
nervous as hell, but now he was unusually calm. He saw her in the distance
and couldn't help but smile.
"Hey, how did it go?" he said
"Great thanks, they offered me the job straight away!"
"That's great! That shirt must be pretty lucky eh?" He joked
"Definitely!" she exclaimed, 'not only do I get the job I wanted, I also met a great guy', she thought.
"So, er you wanna go and get some coffee?" he offered.
They stepped inside and Chandler ordered the coffee as Monica took a seat. He looked over and smiled at her. She looked great, and could sense himself already liking her a lot. He just hoped that she liked him too. He got the coffee and walked over to their table, and took a seat.
"So it went really well huh? When do you start?"
"Next week! I'm really excited about it, this is the job I've wanted since forever!" She excitedly rambled on about all the work it would entail etc, and Chandler just sat back and watched as her eyes lit up and smiled at how she was so enthusiastic about it all.
They talked for ages; both Monica and Chandler were amazed at how easy it was. Chandler was shocked that he hadn't managed to screw it up already by telling a stupid joke or panicking over the fact that a woman might actually be interested in him. He found he didn't need to make jokes every five minutes to impress her, that he could just be himself.
Time went by quickly and before they knew it the place had cleared out and the peroxide blond waiter began to lock up.
"Hey, sorry to interrupt, but are you two planning on leaving any time soon?" the guy asked.
"Oh yeah, sorry I er, hadn't realised the time" Chandler explained, as they both got up and went to stand outside. They guy smiled at him, he felt bad about interrupting the two people who had seemed so desperately into each other.
"So, um I better get going or my roommate will start to wonder where I am!" Monica said, and looked down at the floor, hoping he'd ask to see her again.
"Yeah, sure me to" he agreed. "So, maybe I was, er, wondering if perhaps you'd maybe like to go out for dinner sometime or, or catch a movie or something?" Chandler stumbled, sensing his 'Chandlerish'-self coming to the surface.
"Yeah sure, I'd love to, here's my number" She said as she passed him a slip of paper.
"OK, great, I'll, er, call you"
They both stood inches away from each other, for what seemed like ages, standing in the cold, dark, New York air, the only light coming down from the streetlight above them. He wanted to kiss her but was scared of rejection, as that seemed to be the immediate consequence every time he initiated a kiss.
She stood there staring back at him, she wanted to kiss him but didn't want to make the first move. She saw him slowly edging forward. She smiled, it seemed almost like he was purposefully being slow to give her the time to back away incase she didn't want to kiss him back. She laughed.
"Your so cute" she said, and helped him along by edging forward herself, softly placing her lips on his. He gently put his hands on her waist and pulled her closer to him.
Eventually he pulled away. "Wow, if I'd have known I was going to meet someone as beautiful as this, I would have made an effort to shower this morning."
Monica looked up at him strangely "Well, that's the weirdest reaction I've had from kissing someone!"
"Oh no, I mean 'coz I was late, and I didn't have time to.., and so I didn't, but obviously I normally do, and I need to get to work, but the alarm..."
"It's ok, I know, I was only joking, and maybe it's a good sign I still liked you despite the fact you haven't washed, and believe me, I'm very picky about cleanliness and hygiene" She joked.
He smiled back her, breathing a sigh of relief "Also, if I had showered then I would have been later and would never have met you"
She laughed, "Yeah, it's fate I guess"
He smiled at her "Yeah, and, er, thanks for a nice time"
"Thanks for the coffee" she said, "and thanks for being late this morning" she added
"Hey, It's pretty late, did you want me to walk you home?" he offered desperately trying to make his moment with her last a bit longer.
"Oh it's fine, that's my apartment right there," she said pointing to a door across the street.
"Oh ok" he said, sounding a little disheartened
Monica noticed this and said, smiling, "Maybe next time we can go a little further downtown and then you can ok?" "Yeah, ok" he said, grinning ridiculously, "I'll call you tomorrow"
He smiled at her and began to walk backwards as he watched her cross the road and open the door to her apartment. She looked back and waved. He had to refrain himself from doing his own stupid little dance just incase she was watching him through a window or something. Instead he turned and walked away smiling to himself the whole way home.
"Hey, how did it go?" he said
"Great thanks, they offered me the job straight away!"
"That's great! That shirt must be pretty lucky eh?" He joked
"Definitely!" she exclaimed, 'not only do I get the job I wanted, I also met a great guy', she thought.
"So, er you wanna go and get some coffee?" he offered.
They stepped inside and Chandler ordered the coffee as Monica took a seat. He looked over and smiled at her. She looked great, and could sense himself already liking her a lot. He just hoped that she liked him too. He got the coffee and walked over to their table, and took a seat.
"So it went really well huh? When do you start?"
"Next week! I'm really excited about it, this is the job I've wanted since forever!" She excitedly rambled on about all the work it would entail etc, and Chandler just sat back and watched as her eyes lit up and smiled at how she was so enthusiastic about it all.
They talked for ages; both Monica and Chandler were amazed at how easy it was. Chandler was shocked that he hadn't managed to screw it up already by telling a stupid joke or panicking over the fact that a woman might actually be interested in him. He found he didn't need to make jokes every five minutes to impress her, that he could just be himself.
Time went by quickly and before they knew it the place had cleared out and the peroxide blond waiter began to lock up.
"Hey, sorry to interrupt, but are you two planning on leaving any time soon?" the guy asked.
"Oh yeah, sorry I er, hadn't realised the time" Chandler explained, as they both got up and went to stand outside. They guy smiled at him, he felt bad about interrupting the two people who had seemed so desperately into each other.
"So, um I better get going or my roommate will start to wonder where I am!" Monica said, and looked down at the floor, hoping he'd ask to see her again.
"Yeah, sure me to" he agreed. "So, maybe I was, er, wondering if perhaps you'd maybe like to go out for dinner sometime or, or catch a movie or something?" Chandler stumbled, sensing his 'Chandlerish'-self coming to the surface.
"Yeah sure, I'd love to, here's my number" She said as she passed him a slip of paper.
"OK, great, I'll, er, call you"
They both stood inches away from each other, for what seemed like ages, standing in the cold, dark, New York air, the only light coming down from the streetlight above them. He wanted to kiss her but was scared of rejection, as that seemed to be the immediate consequence every time he initiated a kiss.
She stood there staring back at him, she wanted to kiss him but didn't want to make the first move. She saw him slowly edging forward. She smiled, it seemed almost like he was purposefully being slow to give her the time to back away incase she didn't want to kiss him back. She laughed.
"Your so cute" she said, and helped him along by edging forward herself, softly placing her lips on his. He gently put his hands on her waist and pulled her closer to him.
Eventually he pulled away. "Wow, if I'd have known I was going to meet someone as beautiful as this, I would have made an effort to shower this morning."
Monica looked up at him strangely "Well, that's the weirdest reaction I've had from kissing someone!"
"Oh no, I mean 'coz I was late, and I didn't have time to.., and so I didn't, but obviously I normally do, and I need to get to work, but the alarm..."
"It's ok, I know, I was only joking, and maybe it's a good sign I still liked you despite the fact you haven't washed, and believe me, I'm very picky about cleanliness and hygiene" She joked.
He smiled back her, breathing a sigh of relief "Also, if I had showered then I would have been later and would never have met you"
She laughed, "Yeah, it's fate I guess"
He smiled at her "Yeah, and, er, thanks for a nice time"
"Thanks for the coffee" she said, "and thanks for being late this morning" she added
"Hey, It's pretty late, did you want me to walk you home?" he offered desperately trying to make his moment with her last a bit longer.
"Oh it's fine, that's my apartment right there," she said pointing to a door across the street.
"Oh ok" he said, sounding a little disheartened
Monica noticed this and said, smiling, "Maybe next time we can go a little further downtown and then you can ok?" "Yeah, ok" he said, grinning ridiculously, "I'll call you tomorrow"
He smiled at her and began to walk backwards as he watched her cross the road and open the door to her apartment. She looked back and waved. He had to refrain himself from doing his own stupid little dance just incase she was watching him through a window or something. Instead he turned and walked away smiling to himself the whole way home.