"I need somebody to love ooh I want somebody to love ooh I have somebody to love!" Will sang cheerily as he flipped pancakes off of the skillet and onto a plate, unaware that his roommate Grace had just entered, still dawning her pajamas and looking –as always- ravenous.

"That song says someone had a good date last night," Grace commented,

"Yes I did," Will said cheerily,

"So when do I get to meet this mystery man?" Grace inquired, taking the plate of pancakes that Will had been buttering for himself and gobbling them up like a wart hog,

"I dunno," Will scrunched up his face, considering the topic, "I don't really want to go anywhere too soon, you know put too much pressure on the relationship. After all I've hardly known him for two weeks,"

"Yeah, and in those two weeks you've spent more time with him than you have with any other boyfriends in a year," Grace told him,

"Well..." Will blushed. This was true. There was just some connection he felt with Charlie, like he could never tire of him. A rhythmic knock came from the front door,

"Oh! That's Charlie!" Will said brightly striding across the apartment to open the door for his boyfriend, "I'm going to help him set up his classroom," Grace craned her neck towards the door, trying to catch a glimpse of Charlie. To her surprise, a young girl was standing in the doorway,

"'allo 'allo!" the girl said brightly with an Irish drawl, "Me dad's saving the taxi downstairs. 'e sends 'is greates' apologies that 'e can't meet you up 'ere, but las' time 'e left me in a taxi all by meself there was a bit of a mishap involving some itching powder an' a M.C. 'ammer CD"

"Ah..." Will didn't quite know how to respond to this strange comment, "Just tell your dad I'll be down in a minute will you?"

"All right, good day!" and she was off.

"So, Charlie's a 10-year old girl?" Grace asked, as Will rushed to his bathroom to fix his hair on last time,

"What?!" Will poked his head out of the bathroom, "Oh no, that Sydney, and she's 14 thank you very much," he corrected Grace, who retorted in the form of a blank stare,

"His daughter," Will said as if it were the most obvious thing in the universe,

"Oh right, silly me. I just assumed the men you were dating weren't married with children," Grace said sardonically,

"He's not married, Grace. It was a thing in college," he waved his hand brushing off the idea, "I don't have time to explain right now, I have to go," Will grabbed his leather jacket from the coat stand and hurried to the elevator.

Sighing, Grace clutched her mug of coffee and exited the apartment, intending to go over to Jack's and talk to him, but she needn't go any further than the hallway as Jack was currently busying himself at his ridiculous little "Café Jacques".

"Hey Jack," Grace said mildly,

"Sorry Grace, but we're all booked up. The restaurant is reserved for a party that's due to arrive any minute now,"

"Jack, you don't need to reserve a seat for Karen, she's the only other person that ever eats here," taking that comment as a huge offense, Jack let out a dramatic gasp,

"I'll have you know Grace that Café Jacques is a thriving enterprise that serves some of the richest people in Manhattan,"

"That would be Karen,"

"People who are associated with all the celebrities in New York,"

"Again, that would be Karen,"

"People who have slept with every gay man in the tri-state area,"

"Okay... I think that one's you, but you never know,"

"Hey!" Karen's shrill voice had arrived –along with her gin-filled body- in the hallway as the elevator doors opened "What kind of establishment is this?! I reserved a seat and now you're giving it away to Carrot Top?"

"I assure you ma'am this" he jerked his thumb pungently in the direction of Grace, "Is not dining here, your table is already for you," Jack pulled out one of the café chairs and Karen sat in it.

Bewildered, Grace watched the two of them in silence for a few beats. Jack and Karen returned her favor, turning to Grace an sending her looks of impatience,

"What?" Grace exclaimed,

"We are trying to conduct a very important business meeting," Jack told her,

"Yeah, and we can't have a senseless-middle class-flat chested-ogre like you listening in on us," Karen added,

"Fine," Grace backed up into her and Will's apartment, scoffing at their absurd behavior.