The limo pulled up to the New York City restaurant, and Maxwell got out first and offered his arm to Bobbi. Which she brushed away, as Bobbi is an independent woman of the world and did not need to be escorted on some man's arm, and they walked inside.

As they approached the matire'd Maxwell said, "Reservations for two under Maxwell Sheffield. The man scanned the list in front of him before saying, "Sorry sir, but we have no reservation here under that name."

"Hmm...that's odd. CC must have forgotten to make them," stated a perplexed Maxwell to no one directly. 'That's unlike CC,' he thought.

"Sorry for the inconvenience sir, but we can have a table for you in ten minutes in you wish to wait," the matire'd offered. Before Maxwell could answer that they would wait, Bobbi lashed out at the matire'd.

"Listen doll, do you know who I am? I am THE Bobbi Flekman of Polymer Records...Now, get us a table now," retorted a perturbed Bobbi.

Maxwell could not believe how agitated Bobbi had gotten just because they didn't have reservations. Before he had time to give it another thought, the matire'd was leading Bobbi and himself to one of their best tables.

Once seated, they promptly ordered drinks and their entrees. Maxwell started off the conversation, "So, Bobbi do tell me what you have been up to since I've seen you."

"Well honey, after I moved to the States, I got a job at Polymer Records in artist relations before rising to the top as VP of record promotions. I worked with bands such as 'Spinal Tap.' Now there's a group for ya. Do you know for their first album in the states they wanted to put greased naked woman on all fours with a dog collar around her neck and a leash and a man's arm extended out holding on to the leash and pushing a black glove in her face to sniff it. Now is that sexist or what?"

Taken back by her last comment Maxwell replies, "Hmm...yes that is sexist. I don't understand these rock groups today. Give me The Beatles any day."

Just then the waiter comes by with their drinks, which gives Maxwell an escape out of this down hill conversation.

"Well, seems like you have been doing very well for yourself, Bobbi. A toast to old times and new successes," exclaimed Maxwell and the two clinked glasses.

"So Maxwell, bubele, what have you been up to? I see you are still in the theater business," asked Bobbi.

"Yes. I have been producing on Broadway since I came to the states. We are quite successful, my business associate CC, who you met at the house, and I," stated Maxwell, just as their dinner was brought to the table.

"What does your wife do? I didn't see her at the house earlier," questioned Bobbi as she started to eat her dinner.

Instantly Maxwell's face saddened and he looked away from the table. "I'm a widower. My beloved wife Sarah died several years ago. "

"Oh doll, I'm so sorry to hear that. How are you dealing?," asked a somewhat concerned Bobbi.

"It's fine. I have learned to get through the grief. Sarah left me three wonderful children. There's Margaret the oldest, who will be starting college soon. She has bloomed into such a marvelous young woman. Then there is Brighton, who you met, he is in high school. Brighton can be a handful sometimes, but he has really turned himself around and is doing great in school. Lastly and certainly not least is Grace, who is wise beyond her years. She is very mature for her age, and is making great progress in therapy," gushed Maxwell about his children. "Of course there's Fran, too," said Maxwell as he continued eating his dinner not realizing what he had just said.

"I thought you only had three children...?," asked Bobbi, who had only been half listening to Maxwell's spiel on his children. Bobbi Flekman did not need to concern herself with children.

Maxwell found himself day-dreaming of how wonderful his kids have grown up and how it was all thanks to Miss Fine. She had done so much for him in his life. She had made them a family again and brought joy and laughter to the household. "Huh, oh yes I do... Miss Fine is the children's nanny," explained Maxwell as he snapped back to reality.

"You mean the one with the voice?" asked Bobbi as she made a face like she just heard the sound of nails on a chalk board.

"Oh yes, I guess her voice is unique. I have gotten so used to it over the years. She has been with us going on five years now. She has done wonders with the children and they just simple adore her," tells Maxwell as he once again drifts off into thoughts of Miss Fine.

Maxwell laughs to himself at a memory and receives a peculiar stare from Bobbi. "She always seems to get herself into absurd situations, which usually end up affecting my business deals in some way. Most recently while at Elton John's dinner party she dressed up like her 85 year old grandmother so Elton wouldn't recognize her as the crazy women that yelled "Yoo Woo" to him in France. But of course by the end of the night she managed to let it slip, so it seems Elton won't be doing my new production anytime soon," explained Maxwell off of Bobbi's odd looks.

"Well Maxwell, I don't see why you keep someone like that around. She seems like a nuisance, doll. Aren't your children a little too old for a nanny anyway?" remarked Bobbi.

Taking up defense for Miss Fine, Maxwell replies, "She really is a remarkable women, unconventional, but good hearted. She never means to get herself in these messes, but she always manages to get herself out of them. The children are very fond of her. They would be heartbroken if she ever left."

"Sounds like they wouldn't be the only ones, honey. Does someone have a thing for their nanny?" remarked an inquisitive Bobbi.

"Oh, no no...Miss Fine and I are just friends. We have a special bond over the children is all," clarified Maxwell, who of course once again was denying his true feelings for Fran.

"Well honey if you ask me....," voiced Bobbi as she started to go off on a tirade.

Maxwell stopped paying attention early on in Bobbi's rant. 'Why does everyone insist that I have feelings of love towards Miss Fine? Just because I care about her and harbor concern for her. That doesn't really prove anything. Granted I do end up spending a lot of time thinking about her and we have shared some moments...' Maxwell recalls the times on more then one occasion that he and Miss Fine have shared a kiss, and also the time they woke up in his bed together. A smile creeps onto his face.

Then Maxwell glances over to Bobbi who is still in deep conversation and has not even noticed he has tuned out. 'Why do I get the feeling Bobbi looks like someone,' Maxwell wonders to himself. Then it hits him. 'Oh my gosh...Bobbi is the spitting image of Fran! All those years ago in London when I had a crush on her...and now come to find out she is the spitting of her. Why is it I always find myself drawn to women that look like Miss Fine?' Maxwell thinks of the date he had with Leslie, which he only went on since Miss Fine had insisted he start dating again. 'Why must that woman consume my life? I know Niles would say, It's because I'm bloody in love with her! But is that true? Could I really be in love with Miss Fine?' Just then Maxwell was brought back to reality by Bobbi's offer.

"....but whatever you think Maxwell. If you are really in a jam with your next production though, I could talk to one of my clients like Mic Jagger to help you out," offered Bobbi at the end of her rant.

"Oh Bobbi, that's very kind of you. Yes, I would greatly appreciate your help," said Maxwell as he gave a warm smile to Bobbi in appreciation, but his thoughts were still elsewhere.

The rest of dinner went along pretty uneventful, and the evening ended with a friendly kiss on the cheek and the two parted ways until tomorrow.

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