"You have a lovely place." He said as he handed her over her groceries.
"Thanks, don't hesitate to come in. Unless you were going somewhere?"
"I was but it can wait."
"Good," She smiled. "Would you like something to drink?
"Water is fine."
"Sit down, make yourself comfortable."
She handed him the water and sat down next to him. Leaving enough space between them.
"So Chandler was it?"
"Yep, that's me."
"Not a name I've heard a lot."
"Well, my parents are quite… special."
She chuckled at the way he said that. "Tell me about it."
"What made you move to New York? The landlord said you're not from here?"
"That's right. I moved here to become, uh, a writer." He said carefully. He was pretty sure she was gonna react like the others would. 'Well, isn't that a little unrealistic? But you have a back-up plan right? Are you sure that's a good idea?'
But to his surprise, she didn't react like that at all.
"Wow, a writer? Really? That's great. Do you have anything I could read?"
"Well I am writing a column and a book. You can read the column but I haven't let anyone read the book yet since it's a long way from being finished."
"I would be content reading one of your columns and since you have your laptop with you…"
He smiled as she smirked at him. Chandler pulled out his laptop and pressed the on button for the second time that evening.
He tried not to smile as Monica moved closer to him, her thigh almost touching his. She covered her eyes with one of her hands when she saw him typing in his password. Now it was his time to chuckle.
"It's ok, you don't strike me as a person who'd steal my laptop."
"How do you know that? You've only known me for what? Half an hour?"
"Touché miss..."
"Geller."
"Monica Geller. What a pretty name."
"I'm sure your name isn't that bad either Mr…"
"Bing. Chandler Bing."
"Oh," She tried to hide her chuckle. "I'm sorry."
"It's ok, I get that a lot."
"Wait. Bing? As in Nora Tyler Bing?!"
"That would be my mom."
"Oh my god, I love her books! Is she the reason you want to be a writer?"
"Partly. She always used to bring books home and let me read them. I kind of started to fall in love with the writing and the stories so I decided to write some of my own."
"I love how passionate you are about it."
"I am?" He asked, feeling a blush come over his face.
"You are."
"What are you so passionate about, miss Geller?"
"I like cooking. Actually, I love it. I have this big dream of opening my own restaurant and becoming the best chef in New York."
"Big dreams indeed."
"I know. Most people think I should keep my feet on the ground and tell me it's never gonna happen but how can you know if you never try?"
"I totally agree."
The two locked eyes and smiled at each other. This time it wasn't Chandler who kept staring. Monica just now realized how cute the stranger sitting next to her looked. A little handsome too. His eyes held some sort of spark and his lips looked so...
"What?" He asked and she found herself blushing.
"Nothing. Weren't you going to show me something?"
"Right. I can show you the ones on my computer but I can't show you the ones online since.."
"You don't have any wifi?"
"Yes, how'd you know?"
"I had the same problem when I moved in here. Every damn one is secured. You could use mine if you'd like."
"That's really not necessary, I'll have my own in two weeks."
"I really don't mind. I even insist. There's not a lot of people who offer to help you carry groceries anymore, let me thank you."
"So I guess I have no choice?"
"You're a good guesser."
She moved even closer to him and took his laptop out of his lap. He watched as she opened the wifi networks and connected to her own. He wasn't interested in what her password was. He was far more focused on the smell of her perfume as he heard the sound of her typing on his keyboard.
"Here ya go, Bing."
"Thanks Geller."
"Now show me some stories before I change my password."
"So demanding."
He smirked when she slapped his arm lightly.
"Abusive too."
"Shut up and let me see!" She almost whined.
She laughed as she finished reading the first one.
"This is sooo good. Funny too. I can't wait to read that book of yours."
"Well thanks. I'm afraid you'll have to wait a while for that."
"Do you already have a publisher?"
"I do. And he's telling me to hurry."
"Well don't you need someone to pre-read it before you send it to him?" She smirked.
"I see what you're trying to do here."
"A girl can try."
"True. But enough about my books. Why don't we talk about you?"
"What about me, I'm sure I'm far less interesting than you are."
"Yeah right."
"Ok, what about…. 20 questions!" Her eyes lit up as she got the idea.
"Sure, you start."
"Do you have a girlfriend?"
"Didn't expect that so soon."
"Well do you?"
"No, I don't. Do you have a boyfr…"
He stopped speaking as they heard someone knock the door.
"Monica? Honey? Could you open the door? I think I left my keys inside."
I know I said Saturday but inspiration came earlier so here you go, chapter 2. I know it's a lot of dialogue but I hope you enjoyed it anyways. And thank you so much for reviewing Langford90 and 2AndaHalfFriend. I really appreciate it.
