I'm still totally new to this so I apologize for minor errors in spelling, grammar, etc. This story will be somewhat trial and error for me. I'm keeping some things from the movie and changing others, so sorry if the beginning is confusing and slow-moving. I'm trying to clear it up as I go. By the way, You've Got Mail is one of the best movies ever. Y'all should watch it.
Chandler smiled at his receptionist as he walked into his office, he knew it would be a long day, but he kept reciting "Neat Freaks" email of the day to himself.
"Dear Friend,
I like to start my emails to you as if we're already in the middle of a conversation. I pretend that we're the oldest of friends, as opposed to what we actually are, people who don't know each others names, and met in a cooking website chat room. "What will he say today" I wonder. I turn on my computer. I wait impatiently as it boots up. I go online and my breath catches in my chest as I hear three words: You've got mail. I hear nothing on the streets of New York, just the beat of my own heart. I have mail. From you.
He smiled, how could he allow himself to have a bad day, knowing that someone in the same city –maybe even the same room- is thinking of him to get herself through her day.
Monica smiled as she opened the café to the public. She couldn't help but think of NY20 as she walked through the streets of New York. He wasn't wrong, it truly was lovely in the fall.
Her waitress, Rebecca seemed to take notice, as did Walker the sous chef and Martha her kitchen aid.
"What is up with you? You could be in a play with that upbeat tune you're humming there!"
She giggled and twirled, setting the tables for lunch hour which began in exactly one hour and thirty-nine-minutes.
"Nothing, nothing, I'm fine. I'm grand. Are these Daisies? You know I love Daisies."
She gave Martha a hug, she knew her mother used to get her flowers like those.
"No really what's up with you. You're acting weird." Rebecca gasped, "did you and Jeremy have sex last night? Did he finally tell him he loves you?"
"Who?"
"Jeremy…? Your long-term boyfriend who practically lives with you? Remember him?"
"Oh, yeah! Right, sorry. My mind is just somewhere else today."
Not a word was spoken on the subject. That is until Monica found herself alone in the kitchen with Rebecca.
"Okay, come on. I know you, you don't just act like this. Seriously, what's up?"
"Fine. Is it technically "cheating"-I mean, is it that bad if you're involved with someone online? I met this guy and we've been emailing for months but Jeremy doesn't know. I haven't even met him. Our only rule is no specifics."
Rebecca seemed to consider that for a moment.
"Well, have you had sex?"
"What? No! It's all online. I've never met the guy! Hell, I don't know his first name!"
"No, no. I mean cybersex?"
"No! This is more than that."
"Good, then don't. The minute you do the guy looses all respect for you. Trust me."
Monica began to laugh until she saw Rebeccas serious look.
"All- righty then! Lets just forget this and get to work!"
And they did.