Emlie awoke the next morning with a smile embedded across her face. She had dreamt of Jeff all night, one of those good dreams that leave you with an overwhelming sense of clam. She rolled over and glanced at her alarm clock... 'SHIT! 11:20! I'M LATE!' She jumped out of bed and threw on a pair of jeans and her Death before Disco T-shirt. She didn't have time to lace up her boots so she just slipped on her dingy old Converse and bolted out the door. She pulled her hair into a ponytail as she walked to the store. As she got closer she could see her Olympic Records employees sitting on the curve. She saw Mark, the common poster boy for "just say no", rambling on to poor Luke about his latest idea he had in one of his famous drag hazes. Mark was one of those high strung, loud mouth, overly energetic kids (most likely from all the speed he took). Then there was Luke. Quiet, laid back Luke, and Emilie's right hand man. He was the type of guy that would spend a night in jail for a friend and Emilie was sure that he must have had at least once in the past. And of course there was Courtney and Jenna. The two girls had been friends for years despite the fact that they were the complete opposite from each other. Courtney was a sweet, all American suburban white girl with brown hair and big brown puppy eyes. Jenna on the other hand, well Emilie wasn't to sure what Jenna's natural color hair was, but to describe her...Well the word shank seems to fall short to Jenna. But as strange as they all were they were still good kids, a bit unconventional but good kids. And she was their headstrong fearless leader who they referred to only as 'Chief'.

"Well look who finally decided to grace us with her presences." Luke shouted as he rose to his feet.

"Hey Chief, if you're allowed to show up when ever you feel like it does that mean we can too?" Mark asked in his usual stoner tone.

Emilie just walked passed them ignoring their comments and unlocked the front door. She held it open for the crew as walked in one by one, each making some smart ass comments on her tardiness. Emilie walked straight through the store to her office in the back as the other set up the shop for the day. As she settled in she began to think about Jeff again. Last night was just like a dream, she never imagined someone like him would ever be interested in someone like her. And that kiss. She couldn't help but smile as she thought of that kiss. It was hot yet so sweet, sensual yet innocent. No words could give kissing Jeff Hardy any justice. She tried to focus on her work but the images of the other night just wouldn't abandonee her mind.

A few hours passed before she emerged from her office. The everyday morning paper work, that usual took her about an hour, seemed to take forever. Her mind would not concentrate on anything else but Jeff. The lines of words on her paper began to take the shape of Jeff's perfect smile, Jeff's deep green eyes, Jeff's...well...everything. She made her way upfront hoping that her ever interesting cast of employees would help her to think of something else.

"Hey Chief! We were going to send a search party in there for ya." Emilie heard Jenna yell. She looked up to see her and Courtney standing behind the register.

"Yeah sorry about that, just can't seem to focus today"

"How was your show?" Courtney asked

"It was great. Thank you."

"You sure? Did anything happen?" the brunette asked raising her eyebrow

"What do you mean?" "Well Jenna and I were just talking about how you seem like you thinking about something...or someone" she giggled

"You met a guy!" Jenna squealed

"What?" Emilie was taken back. She didn't realize she was so obvious "What do me...How did you know?"

"Look at you woman! You're glowing!"

"Yeah I guess I am." She said happily admitting it.

"Chief met someone?" Luke yelled from behind her

"Did ya get any?" Mark asked

"What?!"

"Come one Chief, did ya get a little bang in your box?" Jenna asked winking at Emilie

"What! Ew! Okay can we just pretend for one second here that I'm your boss and you all work for me."

But they continued to harass her for details completely ignoring her request. She was bombarded with the same type of questions. "What's his name?" "What's he like?" "Is he cute" Of course not letting her answer a single one.

"I know his name" Mark said with an evil twinkle in his eye "It's Jeff. Jeff Hardy"

"The Jeff Hardy?" Luke asked with an open jaw

"Wait a second! How did you know that?" Emilie demanded

"Gladys told me"

"When?"

"Last night."

"Where?"

"At her place."

"You were at Gladys's apartment?" Emilie asked with a questioning look.

"Well not so much at her place as sitting on her fire escape. But in the morning when she was throwing me out she did somewhat mentioned it."

"There are hospitals for people like you Mark." Luke said straightly before turning his attention back to the topic "So what's he like?"

"Who's Jeff Hardy?" Courtney asked

"A very cute, very sexy, wrestler, with a great ass!" Jenna answered

"Jenna I didn't know you knew wrestling."

"I know cute men" She snickered "So did ya sleep with him?"

"God! None of your business okay. Now everyone get back to work. No more questions about my love life, or about who I go out with. And no more comments about Jeff Hardy's incredibly well toned butt." Emilie shouted expecting the group to disperse instead they just stood there staring at her "Go get to work, do something." But they didn't move. Finally she realized they weren't staring at her. "He's right behind me isn't he" she turned around to see Jeff's smiling face looking back at her. "Oh god!" she said putting her hands up to her face "I'm so embarrassed" Jeff just walked over taking her hands away from her face

"Don't be. You can talk about my butt all you want." Jeff smirked as he walked over to her and gently took her hands away from her face. He looked down into her blue eyes and smiled. She couldn't help but smile back, he was just so incredible. Every sensation in her body told her to just grab him and kiss him, to just capture those beautiful lips of his and never let go. She might have listened if it wasn't for the reminder of their small audience. Emilie could feel the eight pairs of hungry eyes burn a hole in her flesh. She turn to see her four workers hanging on the end of the register, watching the Jeff and Emilie story unfold like some sort of soap opera.

"Don't you guys have any work you should be doing?"

"No Chief, we're good" Mark answered, completely oblivious to her hint.

"Okay they let me rephrase that. Go find something to do or I'll make you all listen to nothing but The Monkees for the rest of the day." With that said the small group scattered away in a hurry as if a plague had just been released.

"Very impressive."

"What can I say. Few things strike fear in the hearts of teenagers like Davy Jones." Emilie joked.

"What's with the Chief thing?"

"Oh its just some nick name they made up for me. I guess Emilie wasn't good enough and evil bitch monster of death just doesn't flow off the tongue as easily."

"I could imagine" Jeff laughed

"So is there something I can help you with today Mr. Hardy?"

"Yes actually, well tonight's Monday Night Raw and I was wondering if you would like to join me for the show. Maybe go out with me and some of the guys after the show?"

"Are you kidding? I'd love to." Emilie said hardly able to contain her excitement.

"Okay then. I'll pick you up around six then?"

"Six? Perfect!"

"Okay I'll see ya later then" Jeff said as Emilie walked him out. Before stepping outside the store he turned around and softly kissed her.

"I've wanted to do that all day" he whispered before stepping out the door, leaving Emilie with a smile from ear to ear burn into her face.