It's short, but I wrote this yesterday because I didn't have to write ANYTHING today and I still had six more chapters to write of other stories so I could keep my promise. Enjoy!

Roger was panicking. Mark's flight was coming in soon and he couldn't go down to the airport to greet his friend. Joanne was working, Mimi was getting a job, Maureen and Abby where who-knows-where, Collins was running errands and Roger was stuck home with a twisted ankle. That only left one person.

"Mel," Roger said hesitantly, "Do you think you could go to the airport and pick up my friend Mark? I'll give you money for a cab and everything. Please?"

Mel smiled. "Sure thing Roger," she said, pulling a large piece of paper and pen out of a drawer.

Roger watched curiously as she wrote 'Mark Cohen' in large letters. "What are you doing?" he asked.

"Making a sign so Mark knows to come with me," Mel answered, drawing hearts and flowers, "It's like what they do in the movies."

Roger chuckled and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. "Holy shit!" he shouted, "Mark's flight is going to arrive any minute now! You better hurry!"

Mel nodded, grabbed her sign, and ran out the door.

ABC

A few hours later Roger heard a knock on the door and he hobbled over on crutches to answer it.

"Mark!" he shouted, giving his friend a hug, "It's so great to see you!"

"Same here," Mark answered, "What the hell happened?"

Roger laughed. "I got the phone cord wrapped around my legs when I was talking to you the other day on Buzzline. When I hung up I quickly walked away and fell and my ankle twisted."

"Are you serious?" Mark asked, trying to stifle laughter.

Roger blushed. "Yes," he mumbled.

"So," Mark said, trying to change the subject so he wouldn't burst out laughing, "Who lives in this cozy apartment?"

"Me, Collins, Joanne and Mimi." Roger answered.

"What about Maureen?" Mark asked.

"She's living with her girlfriend, Abby. She's really nice."

Mark walked across the room and looked out the window. His eyes widened suddenly. "Cohen Street?" he asked, "You live on Cohen Street?"

Roger smiled. "You're my best friend Mark," Roger said, "I can never be too far away from you. Hey, you must be starving. Why don't we go out to lunch?"

"You got a good place?" Mark asked.

Roger grinned. "Why yes, Cohen Café. I think you'll like it there."