Emma was working quietly, folding the shirts and arranging the display according to instructions. She noticed Frank was inching his way closer to her department as he worked on each aisle. She couldn't stop thinking about the note she had found, and she wondered if it had been from him or if she was imagining things. She pondered on what it would be like to date Frank. Sure he was awkward and nervous, but he also could be funny and sweet. Frank saw her watching and waved, so she waved back. He went bright red in the face. Was this a sign that he had indeed given her that note? She wasn't sure how to approach him about it.

"Hi, honey," Rachel said suddenly, making her jump.

"Mom!"

"Sorry. I thought you saw me. I waved," Rachel said, furrowing her brow.

"No. I was..."

"Daydreaming?" Rachel asked. She wondered if this so called crush Joey mentioned was here right now. She looked around. All she saw was Frank Jr. Jr. stocking shelves.

"Yea, well, I'd like to have a better job someday than just folding shirts," Emma laughed nervously. Rachel looked again from Emma to Frank, and it clicked.

"You like Frank!" she gasped.

"Mother!" Emma hissed, yanking Rachel further into the clothing department.

"You do!" Rachel gloated.

"Shhhh! Not so loud," Emma commanded. Rachel was excited.

"Does he know?"

"No! I don't even know if he likes me. I got this note the other day, and I think he wrote it, but I don't know. I have no idea how to even bring it up to him," Emma sighed.

"Blunt honesty usually works," Rachel advised.

"No way," Emma said, mortified. They both peeked around to see Frank working still and completely oblivious to what was going on.

"This is adorable," Rachel said happily.

"No! Not adorable. Stop that," Emma ordered.

"I have to tell your father..."

"Noooo don't you dare," Emma warned, grabbing her mother's wrist before she could start furiously texting.

"Why not?"

"Because! I don't need you guys blabbing to Aunt Phoebe about it so she can tell Frank. Leave it to me," Emma said forcefully.

"Okay, okay. You realize this is a big secret for me to keep?" Rachel pointed out, looking around at the clothes.

"You're kidding me right now, right?" Emma asked. "Are you blackmailing me?!"

"A nice top would keep my mouth shut good and tight," Rachel went on, looking around innocently.

"You're insane," Emma snapped, grabbing a shirt and giving it to her. She'd have to put it on her bill later.

"This one's too frilly," Rachel said, looking at it.

"Oh. My. God. Just pick something then and get out!" Emma hissed. After Rachel found what she wanted, Emma followed her to the till to make sure her mother didn't get arrested for shoplifting, although it was very tempting to let that happen right now. Once her mother was gone, Emma felt a lot of tension in her face and neck. This could get messy very quickly because even though Rachel had been bribed, she still had a huge damn mouth on her.

Erica & Jack

Erica came out of her room to find Jack at the table. She froze. She hadn't properly talked to him since their fight.

"I'm sorry," Jack said without even looking up. "I should have ignored it."

"Well, no," Erica said, going over to him. "I appreciate you telling me, but I wish you had revealed it a little better than you did."

"Was he?"

"No. Your ex girlfriend was trying to hook up with him, but he turned her down flat."

"I can't believe you two know she's my ex when I don't," Jack muttered.

"Just call her," Erica advised. "Find out what's going on."

"Jack!" Lucy's voice called from the other side of the door before the knocking started.

"Or just answer the door," Erica finished, taken aback. Jack stared at it.

"This is gonna suck," he said.

"It's a bandaid. Just rip it off," Erica suggested.

"Easy for you to say. You don't have to listen to her yelling," Jack pointed out.

"JACK!"

"See?" he gestured.

"I'm right here. I'll listen to all the yelling too," Erica said, hauling him up and pushing him towards the door.

"Break up with her for good. You deserve better anyway," she told him. He adjusted himself before pulling the door open.

"Luce, what's up?" he asked casually.

"Why haven't you called me?" she demanded.

"Um, what?" he asked, confused.

"It's been almost two weeks, and you haven't called," she accused. "Are you dumping me?"

"You're the one bailing on our dates," Jack said, getting his back up. "If anything, you're the one dumping me."

"Is that what you want?" Lucy asked, nostrils flaring. Erica cringed. She really was glad not to be Jack right now. Although, he should be dumping her, just saying.

"Why not?" Jack asked. "You don't want to spend time with me anyway, so sure, let's end it."

"Fine!"

"Fine."

Lucy spun on her heel and stormed off. Jack shut the door and leaned against it, looking at Erica.

"Well, now you know," she said.

Monica & Chandler

"I really just want to find out for sure," Monica said. She had been talking to Jack and learned that Robbie was not cheating on Erica.

"Honey, let it go," Chandler said wearily. Did she have to be a bloodhound over everything?

"I am not a bloodhound," Monica said crisply, crossing her arms.

"I didn't say that," Chandler argued. Had he said it out loud?

"You were thinking it," she accused. Damn. She was good.

"I just think you need to stop fussing about this and let Erica handle it as she clearly has already," Chandler pointed out.

"What if she didn't?"

"Mon..."

"I'm just helping!"

"Why don't you go clean something to take your mind off it," Chandler suggested. Monica wrung her hands, looking around.

"I can't," she said finally.

"Why not?"

"Everything is already clean," she said sadly. Chandler looked at the clock.

"At eleven am?!" he exclaimed.

"I couldn't sleep," she said.

"Oh boy. Look, let's just go to the coffeehouse and see if Jack's working and maybe visit Erica. Will that help?"

Monica answered by planting a big kiss on his lips and grabbing her purse before heading out the door. Chandler followed behind hoping that Robbie was nowhere in sight when they got there.

Channie

She had stayed the night at Ben's after getting off work. He had relayed how much his parents missed seeing her. She knew she couldn't avoid dinner with them forever. It was now afternoon, and Ben was currently in the shower, so she started tidying up. When she picked up his coat, she felt a small box shaped item in the pocket.

"Weird," she said, pulling it out. Her heart stopped. It was a ring box. Hands shaking, she opened it. Definitely a ring.

"Oh God," she whimpered. "Oh no, no, no."

"Hey, Chan, have you seen my..." Ben trailed off, seeing her standing in the middle of the living room holding her own engagement ring.

"What is this?" she demanded. He cleared his throat.

"I believe they call it a ring," he answered.

"Don't be smart with me. I meant, what is this doing here? In your pocket?"

"I have a secret girlfriend?" Ben tried.

"BEN!"

"Okay, okay. I was going to ask you to marry me. Happy?" he said, sitting down on the couch with a thud. Channie looked at him, horrified.

"What?!"

"Why are you so upset by this? Channie, I thought you loved me?" Ben asked.

"Ben, this is way, way too fast. You promised me we would take things slow," she finished. She felt herself getting angry.

"You do love me, right? You didn't answer that," Ben pointed out.

"I don't know what to feel right now," she said. She closed the ring box and tossed it down, grabbing her coat.

"Hey, where are you going?" he asked, feeling nervous suddenly. "Channie!"

The door slamming was his only response. He buried his face into his hands. He had a very bad feeling that he had just ruined everything.