Mark walked into the small café, and looked around for an empty table. He found one by a window, and quickly took a seat.

He had recently found this little café (Its name was Heavenly Delights, which reminded him of Angel) that he had often gone to have a bit of a break between shooting video.

Suddenly, something caught Mark's attention.

It wasn't the usual homeless person or police riot. It was a girl.

A beautiful one, at that.

She had long blond hair, perfectly straight, that ran down to her waist. Her eyes were a bright blue, and the girl was wearing a black skirt and blouse that only made her look better. The woman looked confident, and she was reading a newspaper and drinking a coffee.

Mark realized that he was staring at her with his jaw dropped, and quickly shut his mouth. The girl glanced up and saw that he was staring at her. She smiled a little, and Mark felt himself blush furiously as he quickly looked away.

But the next thing he knew, the girl was coming over to his small table and sat down across from him.

"Hey," she said, with a voice just as amazing as her face, "I'm Amy."

"H-hi," Mark said, stuttering uncontrollably. "I'm…M-mark."

"Nice to meet you. I couldn't help noticing you were staring at me over there."

"Well…you're very pretty," Mark blurted out. He couldn't believe he just said that.

Amy smiled. "Why thank you! I think you're very cute yourself."

"Thanks," Mark managed to say. Mark thrust his hand out to shake Amy's but by doing so caused her coffee to spill everywhere. Amy jumped up just in time and avoided the hot beverage, but her paper was soaked.

"Oh god! I'm sorry!" Mark said horrified at his clumsiness. Amy just smiled.

"Don't worry about it. Happens all the time." She got up and headed to the counter to get napkins.

-Should I Take That Risk-

MARK: What the hell? What's going on?
I never ogle, gawk at, or fawn!
But this girl, she's different, she's unusual.
She sets my pulse racing, and she stirs my soul.

Could she be real? Her presence is pure.
Like the December snow, and I can be sure
That she's very special, but what should I do?
The last girl I dated was one that went 'moo!'

The same thing could happen here,
I'd better not risk it, or that, I fear
Will happen to her, will she fall into sin
And become like Maureen, a lesbian!

AMY: (Still Across the Room) Sure, he's cute, but should I risk it?
Like my last boyfriend, he might throw a fit
And turn away, just like that day
When my last boyfriend said he was gay!

What should I do? Should I take that risk?
He really warms me up, on this day that's cold and brisk.
Am I really that repulsive? Should I just forget all men?
Live without love and a life that's all boxed in?

MARK: Sadly I've been scorned, and I will not take that chance,
But this girl, she is pretty…maybe she likes freelance?

AMY: This just sucks! I want to scream!
This guy is nice, but is he really what he seems?

MARK: What should I do? Should I take that risk?
She really warms me up, on this day that's cold and brisk.
Am I really that repulsive? Should I just forget women?
Live without love and a life that's all boxed in?

AMY: (At Same Time) What should I do? Should I take that risk?
He really warms me up, on this day that's cold and brisk.
Am I really that repulsive? Should I just forget all men?
Live without love and a life that's all boxed in?

MARK: Oh crap, she's coming back.

AMY: (Returns) I have some napkins.

MARK: Thanks…sorry about tha-

AMY: Hey, like I said: it happens.

MARK & AMY: You know, I've never met anyone like you,
We've barely just met, but I know your soul is pure.
When I look into your eyes, I see everything I want.
Whatever's happening here sure ain't nonchalant.

MARK: (Away from Amy) What should I do? Should I take that risk?
She really warms me up, on this day that's cold and brisk.
Am I really that repulsive? Should I just forget women?
Live without love and a life that's all boxed in?

"Something wrong?" Amy asked as he stared out the window.

"Er…no," Mark said quickly.

"Well, it was nice meeting you," Amy said awkwardly, smiling at Mark and gazing into his eyes. Mark blinked in surprise. Did she feel the same way about him?

She took out a piece of paper and scribbled something on it.

"Here's my number," Amy said, standing, "Call me sometime." She winked, and walked out of the restaurant. Mark slouched down in his seat, and took a breath of relief.

"Wow," he gasped as he slid down farther in the booth.

Mark sprinted up the stairs to his New York apartment. He slid the metal door open and found what he usually found every afternoon nowadays.

Roger. And Mimi. Making out.

Mark smiled at the couple instead of the usual eye roll, and hopped over the couch and sat next to them.

"Hey guys!" he said brightly, putting his feet up on the dingy coffee table in front of them.

"Hey," Roger said, staring at his friend. Mimi rested her head on his shoulder.

"You seem to be in a good mood," the young girl said.

"Yup. I just spilled coffee all over a girl. And she gave me her number!"

"Whoa! Mark's in love!" Roger said enthusiastically. He then got a serious look on his face and stared straight at Mark.

"Are you sure she's not a lesbian? Because we wouldn't want to deal with all that again."

Mark sighed and stared at the ceiling while Roger and Mimi chuckled.

"Okay guys, very funny. You're never going to let me live that down, are you."

"Nope."

"If she was a lesbian, would she have given me her number?"

"I guess that's true. You usually drive them to it anyways, not attract them." Roger said, smirking. Mark grabbed a pillow off the couch and threw it at Roger.