-1"wha-?" He started to say but the being, placed her finger to his lips, hushing him. To say the least he was surprised. She let her finger fall back to her side and pulled out a chair for herself, on the opposite side of his table. All the while, she was speaking not a word. She gazed at him, as he at her. His first thought no matter how absurd, was a fairy.

Therefore, Peter nervously examined his glasses before replacing them back on his face. His dark eyes, narrowing in complete frustration.

The human who had surprised Peter, laughed, lightly. Her voice seemingly as close to a natural gust of wind, light and fluttery. She tilted her head to see him as he examined her. The eyes the color of a dolphin and blonde hair that almost could be considered silver. The front pieces were swept up, twirled and held in place by a jeweled comb. Her appearance, reminded him of a fairytale, though he'd be damned, he was not sure which one it would be considered. His eyes went to her long pale blue dress accentuated her 'Snow White' skin tone.

He was flustered, the dress itself was a remarkable work of art. Forest green, flowing to past her ankles as he noticed matching slip on shoes.

She seemed to him, to be from another world entirely. Superficially he took a glance at his own garments and wasn't interested in what he saw. His eyes settling on the stranger with whom he had just been acquainted with.

"Umm excuse me," he finally managed, "but did you just come from a Medieval Fair? I don't mean to be insulting," he rattled, "you do look nice...I mean great…umm I was just wondering," He said in a low tone, bringing his eyes from the angelic persona in front of him to his dull book

Wondering if he had a second chance to talk to her, even though he'd messed up on his first greeting.

The aforementioned persona's face wrinkled in slight confusion. She reached out her manicured hand again this time, though, to look at what he was reading. Seemingly to soak in all the information it could about him and his interests.

"I-Yes…" she said finally understanding his former question. "Actually I only…" she searched for the right words, "work…yes…I only work there some times," she fluttered her eyelashes. A trick she'd heard worked with males.

Peter nodded, he was so conscious that he himself was flirting just as she was. Confused, he decided that he must leave… but this Angel in front of him considered otherwise.

"You have an accent…are you from another country?"

She smiled an innocent, shy, grin. Her head inclining ever so slightly.

"Yes. I am."

Inwardly Peter was overjoyed. He figured she must have seen some beautiful places! That reminded him he had to go to the park for some picture taking with his camera some time soon. Coming out of himself he shook his head.

"I am terribly sorry," he mumbled drawing his hand forth, his cheeks red, " I never properly introduced myself. My name's Peter. "

The enchanting figure gave a sly grin. Her long slender hand reaching to grasp his own. Her fingers molding to his palm.

"My name is Kaori."

As Peter met her eyes he found himself connected with her as if he'd known her all his life. The warm contact heated his palm, until he abruptly let go. He laughed once more and said interestedly,

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Kaori." Gesturing to his cup, "would you like something to drink?"

Kaori fidgeted, playing with her dress a moment before nodding consent.

"Green tea would be perfect…with a little lemon."

Peter's face broadened into a large smile, eyes wide in total surprise. As he grasped the handle to his cup he couldn't help but retort.

"Finally someone with taste."

Kaori merely shook her head. Her eyes capturing Peter, in a blank, stare that told she wasn't ready to let him go. She had plans for him. Together they forgot about their prior engagement to have tea and walked out of the room, into his car. It was as if Peter was on auto pilot he didn't quite no what had hit him.

Siena ushered down the carpeted stairs of "Planet Hollywood," balancing a tray full of dishes with assorted entrees on them Spotting her table on the left she hurried to their side. Setting their food in front of them. She plastered a beam on her tired face. One that would only make the celebrities today proud.

However inside she felt tired and homesick. Two problems not easily fixed. She missed her friends Heather, Catherine and Laura terribly!

However, she reminded herself, that this was brought on upon herself. She had asked for this difficult life when she left Connecticut, so there was no going back. Her friends had believed in her so much that she couldn't let them down by turning tail, at the first sign of trouble, and running back home with her tail between her legs…So to speak.

A giggle snapped her out of her memories and she gave the little girl, clapping her hands in delight, a wink. Then brought her attention to the two older people in front of her; the parents.

"Anything else you be needing?"

"Uh no, thanks, we're okay." One of them mumbled. Siena gave a curt nod and left the scene, fleeing to her other tables and checking on them. By the time it was ten o'clock Siena was ready to drop. She shifted her feet to the kitchen and placed the tray down. Her boss, Mr. Lee, was an older man in his seventies. He had a pleasant disposition and seemed more like a mentor than an actual boss. He was walking up to her with an envelope in his hand. He held it out for her.

"Here ya go Gal you deserve it." His head went back in forth, " I don't know how you handle a fifteen hour work day but I am grateful for it Siena." He made direct eye contact, which Siena tried to miss.

"Thank you." Was her only response as she tried to stifle a yawn. Check covering her mouth hurriedly. Mr. Lee only gave a chuckle.

"Go on…go get some sleep." He teased her lightly, " and I don't want to see yer in here tomorrow. You're taking the day off no matter what."

Prodding her along with a playful shove in the direction to the door. Siena nodded her consent as a break is what she needed. Not having one of them in a very long time.

Siena grabbed a hold of her coat and put her arm in one side and then the other, buttoning it. Finally she slipped her pocketbook around her chest, stuffing the check inside and locking it in with zip.

Thirty-five minutes later after she took the subway and walked a couple blocks south she reached her apartment complex. Looking up she saw that no lights were on. She took out her key and it fit snugly into the lock as she turned it. Upon entering her apartment, she flicked a switch. Causing the whole room to be bathed in bright light. Quickly she went to the bathroom and opened the cabinet. Searching for her medicine.

"There you are my friend," she said popping one into her mouth and swallowing. Siena gently pushed the mirrored cover back towards the cabinet. Her hand flicked the switch disintegrating the light that had previously been there. With much effort she dragged her feet to her bedroom door and opened it.

Siena dropped her coat and pocketbook on the chair as she pulled down the covers of her bed. Changing into a low cut top and shorts. Sighing she climbed into bed and felt around for her teddy, Monty, whom was her only connection to a dear friend.

Her eyelids closed as her body was finally able to relax after the hard day at work. Siena barely heard the sounds of traffic of the very lively New York City for she'd fallen to sleep, instantly, on contact with her soft, pillow.

It was noon the next day by the time Siena even started to stir from her slumber. The sun was so high that when she first opened her eyes she was near blinded causing her to shut them fast.

"Ugh" she groaned, lips not even moving as she tossed over onto her stomach, pillow over her head. In complete denial that it was even morning.

It took her a second for her senses to register that there was someone else in the room. She could hear his breathing. The person she'd recognized leaned, with his knees, against the bed made of just mattresses on the floor.

Siena tried to ignore the heat radiating off of him, he was that close as he pulled the pillow with no effort from her hands. Then spoke softly in her ear.

"Morning…or should I say afternoon?"

That caught Siena's attention.

"Huh?" She mumbled, swatting at him.

He didn't respond as he started his attack by tickling her. She fought him feebly but was honestly to tired to put up much of a fight. He had gotten what he wanted however because he had made her turn back over.

Siena looked up into the complicated orbs of her crush for seven years. Tracing his shoulder with her finger tip.

"You know not to wake me on my days off Kev." she muttered, still half asleep and slightly annoyed with him.

Kevin snorted, a displeased answer, brushing the hand off him as he faced the other direction.

"What I can't talk to my girlfriend?" Playing the wounded knight rather well.

"Your so called girlfriend, for the past four weeks, has worked fifteen hour shifts." Just to prove her point she poked at the circles she knew would be under her eyes. She had mocked his own wounded play.

Pulling the covers so that they covered her upper half she slipping her hand into his pocket, pulling out his cell.

"Hey!" He argued, clearly shocked at her display of behavior. She merely looked up innocently at him as she flipped it open and started dialing a number.

"Oh come on…I haven't talked to my friends in ages! They probably think I am dead or worse…" she went on with her melodrama, " have forgotten about me." Just considering that brought tears to her eyes. She wiped them away her sheet.

While she played with his phone Kevin took this as an opportunity to lie down next to her. One hand over her shoulder, trapping her in a sense.

The phone started to ring and Siena giggled in excitement. Phone pressed to her ear. At the sound of her pal's voice Siena started to ramble.

"Hey!" The voice said on the other side.

"Heather!" A thousand thought ran through her mind, just the sound of a friend's voice softened her homesickness.

"This is Heather I am not home right now leave me a message."

Siena's face fell In sadness. At the beep she spoke:

"Hey Heather it's me Sie…yeah look see I swear I was going to call you sooner but umm we still don't have a phone that works around here and I am disconnected from the internet…so yeah…Dude I am sorry but I hope to talk to you soon! Call me on this callback number…yeah it's his…anyway he just got one and I am going out to get one myself. I am dying to hear about your summer…We should still get together some time, I am sure I could get a day off. K, see now I am jus yapping…talk to ya laters!"

Siena hit the 'end' button on the cell. A frown displayed on her delicate features. He hand slammed down on her mattress. The cell still snug in her palm.