Jazz walked through the many cubicles. The many, many cubicles. The sea of grey fabric and metal, filled with people hunched over computers. She shifted the newspaper under her arm, searching through the nameplates.

She finally located her techno-geeks box. # XS19870. He sat in there, apparently logging off from his computer.

Jazz smiled slightly. This was a scene straight out of a Dilbert strip.

He turned around and jumped slightly when he saw her. "Whoa, Jazz! Don't scare me like that!"

She laughed. "It's good to see you too, Tuck. How's work going?"

Tucker rolled his eyes. "Same as usual. Dull as dirt. Except for the new secretary of course." He waggled his eyebrows. Jazz laughed. He whispered. "I did manage to print a few FBI files on Danny Phantom."

Jazz smiled. It was sweet how Danny's friends continued to help him like this. She was reminded of why she came. "Tucker, I was wondering if you would lie to come to Danny and Sam's for dinner."

Tucker tried to look like he was concentration on reshuffling the papers in his arms. "I would like to Jazz, but there's this thing..."

"It's okay, Tucker, I get it." Jazz smiled kindly at him. She knew how left out Tucker felt around Danny and Sam. Those two were the gushiest couple she had ever seen. Tucker really needed and wanted a girlfriend and seeing those two just made it worse.

They talked amiably as they strolled over to the elevators. When Tucker saw who was standing in front of the elevators, however, he blushed.

Jazz, intrigued, checked who was there. A very pretty, if short girl was waiting for the elevator. When she saw Tucker, she too blushed.

Tucker stopped a few feet from her. He hummed slightly, every so often sneaking glances over at the girl. She did the same thing, except without the humming.

Jazz rolled her eyes.

Well, here it is five pm,

The finish of a long day's work;

And there they are, both of them,

The secretary and the clerk

Not very well acquainted;

Not very much to say;

But I can hear those two little minds

Ticking' away.

Now she's thinking:

The girl turned slightly towards Tucker before shyly turning back.

I wonder if we take the same bus?

Jazz was interested. She could tell what was going to happen. She turned to Tucker.

And he's thinking:

Tucker pulled out his PDA, glancing at the girl out of the corner of his eye.

There could be quite a thing between us.

Jazz turned to the girl.

Now she's thinking:

The girl giggled as Tucker fumbled with his PDA.

He really is a dear.

Jazz turned to tucker, to check the result of this action.

And he's thinking:

Tucker looked like he was about to crack a joke, but all he did was shoot her a small smile.

But what of my career?

Jazz put a hand to her forehead. Clueless boys can be very exhausting. She waited for the girl to say something.

And she says:

The girl coughed slightly. "Hmm."

Jazz sighed. The same could go for overly shy girls.

And he says:

Tucker looked like he was going to say something, but instead he said, "A hum, heh. Well, it's been a long day."

Jazz felt like beating her head against the nearest vertical object.

Well, it's been a long,

Been a long, been a long,

Been a long day.

Jazz turned to check on the elevator. Apparently, it was stuck on one floor. She sighed and turned back to the thrilling action.

Now, she's thinking:

The secretary turned to Tuck as if to say something. He was faced away from her. The girl glared at Tucker's back before turning away.

I wish that he were more of a flirt.

Jazz raised an eyebrow at the girl behavior and turned to Tucker. This was rather like a tennis match.

And he's thinking:

Tucker turned towards the girl, but now she was facing away from him. He tapped her on the shoulder. When she turned around he said, "Hi. I'm Tucker Foley. That's TF, for too fine."

I guess a little flirting won't hurt.

Jazz straightened. Finally. A little action.

Now she's thinking:

The girl giggled, smiling at Tucker. She said shyly, "I'm Coryn."

For dinner we could meet.

Jazz smiled encouragingly at her and turned to Tucker. Ask her out, Ask her out!

And he's thinking:

Tucker took off his hat and fiddled with it. "Umm, I was wondering if, maybe, tonight, or something..."

We both have got to eat.

Jazz felt like strangling him. WHAT WAS WRONG WITH HIM? JUST SPIT IT OUT!

And she says:

Coryn sneezed. "Achoo!"

And he says:

Tucker said immediately, "Gesundheit. Well, it's been a long day."

Coryn looked at him, slightly annoyed. "Yes, I guess."

Jazz groaned.

Well, it's been a long,

Been a long, been a long,

Been a long day.

Jazz picked up at newspaper she had held under her arm. There was an ad she was thinking of showing Danny and Sam, but she figured these young lovers needed any help they could get. She opened to the add and said, "Hey, there's a yummy Friday special at Stouffer's; It's a dollar ninety vegetable plate, And on the bottom of the ad--not bad--, Service for two, three-fifty-eight." She elbowed Tucker and whispered, "To make a bargain, make a date."

Coryn immediately picked up on Jazz's extreme hinting."Wonderful." she said, smiling at Tucker.

Tucker shrugged slightly."It's fate." He pulled out his PDA again.

Jazz glared at him.

Now she's thinking:

Coryn had a sly, calculating look on her face.

What female kind of trap could I spring?

Seeing the look, she turned to Tucker.

And he's thinking:

Tucker frowned and reached into his pocket. He mouthed over his shoulder to Jazz, "I don't have any money!"

I might as well forget the whole thing.

Jazz slipped a five-dollar bill into his pocket and shoved him towards Coryn.

Now, she's thinking:

Coryn reached out to steady him with her arm, but withdrew quickly. It was as is she thought he would be afraid to touch her.

Suppose I take his arm.

And he's thinking:

Tucker looped her arm through his. He was blushing, but grinned at Coryn.

Well, really what's the harm?

Jazz smiled at the two.

And she says:

Coryn turned to Tucker and asked, timidly, "Hungry?"

Jazz raised her eyebrows at Tucker.

And he says:

Tucker sounded really enthusiastic. "Yeah!"

Coryn grinned at him. She had a beautiful smile. "Yeah!" The elevator binged with perfect timing and the two climbed on board. Tucker waved to Jazz as the doors shut.

Jazz smiled.She said, "Yeah." It was then she realized they had taken the elevator. "Guys! What about me?" Jazz groaned and pressed the elevator button again.

Well, it's been a long day.

Well, it's been a long,

Been a long, been a long,

Been a long day.

Well, it's been a long,

Been a long, been a long,

Been a long day.

Author's Note: Yeah, embarrassing Jazz seems to be a trend of mine.

The last chapter's was Good Morning, from Singing in the Rain, An awesome 1940s musical in movie form.

Guess this one! It's harder. And no looking up the lyrics!

I'll give you a hint: Matthew Broderick.