Okay, so there are going to be some strange people in this chapter that work for Monica...I just need some other characters to fill in. And I wanted you to get a picture to what they might look like.

Monica walked up to her restaurant, Taste of Liberty, and unlocked in for Rachel who was waiting outside the door. They walked in and got ready before the customers started to flow in.

Rachel turned and looked over at Monica who was smiling putting on her chefs coat "What are you so happy about?" She asked

Monica looked up at Rachel "Nothing." She tired to hide her smile

"Are you in love?"

"No." Monica said but stopped "Yes, yes I am in love. With Pete. We live together and things couldn't be better." Monica said smiling and leaving the kitchen to start with setting the tables.

Rachel followed her "What is going on?" She asked

"Nothing."

"I'm just going to stand here until you tell me."

Monica had to tell her now. The one thing she hated most was being over crowded. "Fine." She caved "Is it cheating if you are involved with someone by email?"

"Did you have sex?"

"No." Monica shook her head "How can I, I've never even meet the man."

"I mean like cyber sex?"

"No."

"Oh." Rachel shook her head "No, don't do it. The minute you do they will lose respect for you." Rachel said starting to rap the silver ware.

"It's not like that. We just email. But I'm thinking about stopping because it's getting..."

"Out of hand?" Rachel finished for her

Monica looked over at her "Confusing."

"Where did you meet him?" She asked

"I can't even remember."

Rachel went closer to her.

"Okay, on my birthday I wandered into the over 30 room for a joke. And he was there, and we started chatting."

"About what?" Rachel pushed forward

"Food, recipes and New York life." She smiled "And bouquets of sharpened pencils."

"What?"

"Never mind." She waved it away "But we don't talk about anything personal. So I don't know his name or what he does, where he lives. So, it would be really easy for me to stop seeing him because, I'm not."

"God, he could be the next person to walk into the restaurant."

"I know." Monica smiled

"He could be..."

They both stopped when they heard the door open.

"Ross..." Rachel said quietly

"Morning." He said tiredly

"Are you online?" Rachel asked him

"Well, as far as I'm concerned the internet is just another way of being rejected by women."

They looked back to the door when it opened.

"Good Morning Estel." Monica greeted her

"Morning." She smiled back "What are you girls talking about?"

"Cyber sex." Rachel told her

"Oh, I once tried to have cyber sex but I kept getting a busy signal."

"I know." Rachel said sadly "I was really depressed too." She said finishing setting the tables before they opened the restaurant

Monica flipped the sign to open and right when she did their first costumers of the day came in. "Good morning." She greeted them

Chandler looked out the window of his office building "The construction is going well. Although Joey and I are a little concerned about neighborhood response." Chandler admitted sitting down on the couch. He moved around and couldn't help but feel how comfortable it was "What fabric is this?" He asked "Does it have a name?"

"Yes, it's called money." One of the business men in the room said.

"Oh, how interesting."

"So I hear your mother is getting married again."

"Really?"

"Yep."

"Tell her I said congratulations." Chandler joked lying down on the couch. "Listen," Chandler sat up "I have an announcement." He started "Greg's bakery, down the street, it's going under." He smiled and pointed to him.

"Yes!" He said happily "Another independent bites the dust..."

"But, there is this other one, Taste of Liberty, it's been there forever. Competition." He pointed out

"Judy Geller."

"Whose that?" Chandler asked

"Judy Geller, lovely women. I think I took her out, long long time ago. Or maybe we just wrote letters."

Chandler smiled "You wrote her letters?"

"Well mail. It was called mail." He smiled

"I've heard of it."

"Judy had beautiful writing. She was too young for me but, she was, enchanting." He smiled

"Enchanting?" Chandler questioned

"Her daughter owns it now."

They stopped talking when a man came in with flowers. "Mr. Bing?"

"My mother is now engaged to a man who can't seem to stop sending her flowers. The only problem was they kept coming to my address." Chandler wrote to chefgirl that afternoon on his break.

Monica smiled as she walked home from work that night. She already had a story from her day in mind to send NYman. "I once dreamt of a butterfly on the subway, and today, I saw one. It got on at 49th and off at 52nd where I assumed it was going to Bloomingdale's to buy a hat that will turn out to be a mistake. Which all hats are."

Chandler read another one of his emails from chefgirl and laughed as he began writing back "The whole purpose to places like Starbucks is for people with no decision making ability whatsoever, to make six decisions just to buy one cup of , tall, light, caff, decaff, dark, low fat, nonfat, espresso." He named them all off. "So people who don't know what the hell they're doing or who on Earth they are, can't just not get a cup of coffee, but an absolutely defining sense of self."

Chandler drank his coffee the next day on his way to work a few days later. The place was coming along great. They were starting to paint the name on the outside of the building now and putting aids in the paper.

Ross walked to work that morning when he passed a big building that said "Bing's Steakhouse." He quickly went to go get Monica and Rachel to show them what was happening.

"A Steakhouse..." Ross shook his head not liking the sound of that.

"Don't worry about it guys. This is big, impersonal, over fattening..."

"But they discount." Ross said

"But they don't provide just anything. We do." Monica said looking on the bright side. "So really this could be a good thing. People start going there and seeing how good we actually are." She smiled

Later that night Monica was telling Pete all about it "And when you are finished with "Bing's Steakhouse" The "Taste of Liberty" Is going to be responsible for reversing the entire course of industrial revolution." He said

"Now that is so sweet, Pete. You are so sweet." She went over to him and gave him a peck on the lips. "You know, I was wondering about my work. What do I really do exactly? All I really do is run a small restaurant that not a lot of people know about."

Pete wrapped his arms around her body "You really do is this incredible job."

"I don't know-"

"Monica!" Pete warned

"I just-"

Pete cut her off "You are amazing. Every little bit of you." He kissed her cheek "Your personality." He kissed her other cheek "Your beauty." He kissed her neck causing Monica to giggle and pull him closer.

Late that night, once Pete was sound asleep, Monica got up and headed for her computer. She started typing not sure if what she was typing she should send. But right now, all she could think about was one thing.

"Sometimes I wonder about my life. I live a small life, well, okay but small. And sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it or because I'm afraid? I don't really want an answer. I just want to send this question out into the world. So, goodnight NYman."

Monica sighed as she pressed send and headed off to bed.