Note: Thanks for all the reviews, guys. It really motivates me and helps me keep going to read that so many people are enjoying this :) Some have mentioned that we haven't seen Mimi, Angel, or Collins for a while. So...here they are. Don't worry, we'll be seeing MUCH more of them. Mimi's part is going to expand soon and Angel and Collins are going to have a hand in quite of few coming events. As far as the couples go, it can always change. And there's definitely going to be at least one love triangle (maybe more)...Let me know what ships you want to see...Thanks! :)

Mimi met Angel and Collins at the café. They ordered, chatting about Collins's new book.

"It's not another Actual Reality theory?"

Collins shook his head. "Nah, this one's about the AIDS crisis and the importance of it. Plus the danger of neglecting it."

"Sounds really interesting," she said, smiling. "Any title yet?"

"Seasons of Love."

"Hmm…interesting."

"Speaking of love," Angel said, winking at Collins, "you met anyone lately?"

Mimi groaned. "Not exactly…"

"What does that mean?"

"It means that I did sort of meet a guy at the camera shop."

"And?"

"And he was hot, and no ring…And he seemed really sweet."

"So what's the problem?" Collins asked.

"Forgot to ask his name."

"Don't they have to give you a name when they drop off pictures?"

"Yeah, but they weren't his pictures. He was dropping them off for his friend, who's the one picking them up."

"Damn," Collins muttered.

"Yeah."

"So maybe you should ask his friend his name," Angel suggested as their food arrived.

"I got a better idea," Collins said.

"What?"

"Next dude that walks in, introduce yourself."

Mimi laughed and rolled her eyes. "You're impossible, Collins."

The bell above the door chimed.

"There you go. Guy. Right there. Glasses."

Mimi turned and glanced over her shoulder. "Nice try. He comes into the shop every now and then. He's married."

"What about that cutie behind him?"

Mimi blushed when she caught his eye. He smiled and she turned back to Collins and Angel. "No."

"Why not?"

"Because…no."

"Mimi…"

"No, you guys, seriously…Look at him, okay? He's…he can't…there's no way he'll be interested."

Angel rolled her eyes. "Honey, you don't have to get a ring on your finger. Just go introduce yourself and find out his name."

Mimi bit her lip.

"Oh! Look, how cute!" Angel said, nudging Collins. "The glasses guy is trying to get him to come over here."

"Oh whatever," Mimi said, laughing and rolling her eyes.

"Better do it."

"No."

"This is ridiculous," Collins said.

He stood up and strode across the restaurant.

"Collins! Collins, what the hell are you doing?"

"You don't want to, I will."

Mimi tried to chase him, but Angel grabbed her wrist. "Just wait here, honey. He's not even talking to him. He's talking to the glasses guy."

"What? Oh God…kill me now," she said, blushing.

"Don't worry. He looks just as embarrassed as you."

Mimi dropped her head to the table. "I feel like junior high all over again."

"Don't worry, chica. He's coming back."

Mimi picked her head up, glaring at Collins.

"What?" he asked, innocent grin plastered across his face.

"You know what."

"What did you find out?"

"Well glasses guy is named Mark. The other one's Roger. And Roger is single and just returning to the dating scene."

"I hate you," Mimi moaned.

"Won't be sayin' that in a few minutes," Collins said.

Angel grinned, staring up at someone. Mimi followed Angel's gaze to the person now standing beside her. It was him. Roger stood, blushing slightly. He stuck his hand out.

"Um…hi."

"Hi," she said quietly.

"I just, uh, wanted to come over and introduce myself. I'm Roger."

"Mimi," she said, shaking his hand.

He held her hand a minute longer than necessary. She blushed and he dropped her hand. Roger stared at her and turned redder.

"I, uh, I gotta go. It was nice meeting you."

Mimi nodded, unsure of what to say. As he headed back towards his friend, Mimi dug around in her purse.

"Angel, do you have—"

Angel had already fished a pen out of her purse and slid it across the table. Mimi sighed, scribbling her number on a napkin.

What the hell am I doing? She wondered.

She paused at Roger's table and tried to act more confident than she felt. "Excuse me, Roger?"

He looked up, green eyes widening when he saw her. "Mi-mimi…um, Mark, this is Mimi."

"Nice to meet you," Mark said, offering a hand.

Mimi shook his hand. "Nice to meet you too. Um…here, I just wanted to, uh, give you my number. In case you wanted to maybe, um, get together sometime."

Roger stared at her, eyes still wide. "Uh, yeah…yeah, thanks," he said smiling as he stammered and started to blush again.

Mimi nearly ran back to her seat. Collins laughed when she returned and Angel patted her hand.

"There, see? That wasn't so hard now, was it?"

Mimi blushed and picked up a French fry. "Can we just eat and change the subject?"

Mark and Roger sat at the table, Mimi's phone number now stuffed into Roger's pocket. Mark beamed.

"What?"

"Nothing…you gonna call her?"

"I just went out with Joanne last night."

"So? You're not exclusive or anything, are you?"

"Well, no…"

"Okay then."

"Can we please not talk about her?"

"Who?"

"Mimi," he mumbled, not wanting her to hear.

"Sure. Let's talk about Joanne. How was the date?"

"Good…just…fine."

"How did it go from good to fine in a split second?"

Roger sighed. "I had a good time. I did. And I like her."

"So…"

"So what?"

"So are you gonna go out with her again?"

"I don't know. I mean, I like her and all but part of me just has this feeling like maybe we're better off as friends."

"Did you tell her that?"

"Well I didn't start thinking that until after…I just…I don't know. Maybe dating isn't such a good idea."

Mark sighed and took a drink of his coffee. "Don't think so much."

"What?"

"You think too much. Go out with her again. If for no other reason than to tell her you want to be friends, or make sure that's what you want. And call Mimi."

"Why?"

"Why? Are you blind?"

"Mark, do I need to remind you that you're married?" Roger teased.

"Hey, I can look. I just can't touch."

Roger laughed. "Let's just take this whole thing one at a time."

"Don't think. Just…when we get home, call Joanne. Make a second date. Then figure out what you want with her or don't want with her. Then call Mimi."

Roger groaned. "How did my one blind date end up feeling like a three-ring circus?"

"Welcome back to the world of dating."