Bree Hodge sat in the living room on her brown leather couch. She anxiously awaiting the arrival of one of her new chefs, Ria. Ria had previously been a cheft at a five star restaurant, and was interested in working for a private home cooker.

The doorbell finally rang, and Bree sprung to her feet. She flattened the shirt over her stomach, as she answered the door. A short red head with blue eyes stood there. Bree froze for a second, realizing that Ria could be mistaken for her daughter.

"Hello…I'm Bree Hodge…" she said, ushering Ria in. "Ria Baker…" Ria stated, shaking Bree's hand.

"Honey, who's at the door?" Orson called from the kitchen, before walking in the room. "This is Ria Baker. She is going to be our newest chef," Bree stated, smiling at her.

Orson smiled a goofy smirk. "Oh, is that why you want to be a new chef? Your last name is Baker…" he asked, before chuckling slightly. Bree looked over at Ria, frightened that Orson had creeped her out. Instead, to Bree's relief, Bree was smiling.

"I get it all the time, but no…that's not the reason…" Ria stated, shaking her head. Bree smiled. "Well now, I'll show you to your room and then I'll show you the kitchen…" Bree stated. Ria smiled at Bree.

"But first, if you'll excuse me for a minute…I need to talk to my husband…" Bree said, pulling Orson into the kitchen with her.

After they left, Ria's smile faded. She looked out the bay window and looked at the street. She wouldn't get close to these people. She wouldn't get close to these people. She couldn't afford it nor did she have the time. She needed to take care of a resident living on the street, and the sooner she did the better…

"Where did you get this picture from?" Mike Delfino asked, a smile on his face.

Astera looked over to see Mike going through her picture box.

"Your mom…" she stated simply. Mike gave her a look. "Seriously…I look like an idiot in this shot. Did Marty give this to you?" Mike asked, referring to their second cousin.

"No, I was being serious. Your mom gave it to me…" Astera said. Mike picked up another picture. "Oh! Look at this picture of you when you were ten. You're entirely underwater except for your ass…" Mike said, holding up the picture with a smile.

Astera's eyes widened slightly.

"Maybe I'll show this to the guys…" Mike suggested, with a small laugh.

Mike suggested, with a small laugh.

Astera ran and jumped on his back. "Give me that picture!" she protested. Mike began to laugh, as Astera reached over his shoulder and took the picture. "Loser…" she commented. Mike smiled, and a few seconds later there was a knock on the open door.

"Hey Dave…" Mike said. Astera looked over with a friendly smile.

"Hey. You guys need any help?" Dave asked, stepping inside.

"Nah, but feel free to stay. Ast, I'll be right back. I'm going to go to the bathroom…" Mike said, patting her shoulder as he walked away.

Astera turned back to one of her boxes, and Dave looked over at her. "So, you're going to be living her with your cousin for awhile?" he questioned. "At least for a year…" Astera stated.

"Oh. That's good…" Dave said, with a small smile. His eyes wandered to an open box. "You play tennis?" he asked, walking over to it. Astera looked up. "Yes, since I was five…" she spoke up.

Dave studied the racquet. "Prince…" he said, looking at it as he walked towards her. "You play as well?" Astera aksed.

"Yes, actually…I was just about to ask if you were free on this Saturday. Want to play?" he asked, a few inches away from her.

"Um…yea sure…" Astera said, gazing into his intense blue eyes, before looking away.

Dave smirked at this, before handing her back her racquet. "It's a date then. Sure you'll be able to keep up?" Dave asked, closer to her than she wanted him to be.

Astera smiled nervously. "Will you?" she asked, before stepping around him.

Dave turned and smirked at her back. Everything was going to be so much easier now.