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Monica switched over her sign to Close for the night. She walked over to Estel that was seeing the ratings. "Don't tell me. No difference?"
Estel nodded sadly.
Monica looked over at the paper she held in her hand "How can that be? All this publicity and not one bit of difference?" She sighed and shook her head "What am I gonna do?"
"I don't know. But all we can do now is wait for a miracle." She said standing up "Goodnight." She patted Monica on the back before grabbing her things and leaving.
"Goodnight." She said sadly
Monica didn't know what to do. She went home and logged into her computer.
"I need help. Do you still wanna meet me?"
Chandler looked up at his computer as he heard it ring. "I would love to meet you. Where? When?"
They set a date a couple days later. Chandler walked down the street and came to the sign 'Central Perk' He brought Joey along with him "I'm only staying ten minutes." He said "I'm gonna say hello, have a cup of coffee then I'm gonna split. That's it."
Joey nodded
"I hope she doesn't have one of those high squeaky voices, I hate that." He stopped "Why am I even doing this? Why am I even wanting to meet her?"
Joey shrugged "Chandler relax. You are just taking it to the next level. It's gonna be fine."
Chandler nodded "And I'm not gonna stay that long anyways." He took a deep breath before going to the door. He stopped and went back to Joey "This women is the most adorable person I have ever been in contact with and if she comes out to be even as good looking at a door. I'd be crazy not to marry her."
"She sounds perfect. Good luck."
Chandler patted his back "Would you go and look for me?" He asked "Please just go through the window and check her out."
Joey nodded "Fine," He walked to the window. "You need to breath man."
Chandler laughed nervously "I know."
Joey looked inside "Alright, I see..." He paused looking around inside.
"Do you see her? She has a rose." Chandler told him
"No." Joey shook his head "Oh wait, yeah." He smiled "I see a very beautiful girl. She's nice."
Chandler smiled all his nervous feelings washed away. "I knew it. I knew she would be." He took a deep breath.
"She is gorgeous." Joey continued "But no rose." He looked back at Chandler
Chandler looked over at him.
Joey's smiled dropped "Alright." He looked back in "Wait a minute. I see her, there is a rose."
"Yeah? Is she beautiful?"
"I don't know, the waiter is blocking her."
Chandler sighed
"Wait, he's moving." Joey said "Oh..."
"Can you see her?" Chandler asked
Joey looked at her sitting alone at the table with a cup of coffee.
"Can you see her?" Chandler asked again
Joey nodded "Yeah."
"And..." Chandler pushed further for more detail.
"She's very pretty." Joey said looking at him
Chandler grinned "Yes! I knew she would be." He smiled wide
Joey moved away "You know what? She looks-" He paused "I mean she almost has the same look as...that Monica Geller." He said
Chandler looked at him "Monica Geller in the little restaurant?"
Joey nodded "Why not? You said you thought she was attractive."
"Absolutely, yes, why not. Who cares about Monica Geller?"
"Well, if you don't like Monica Geller. I don't think you are gonna like her too much either." He said
"Why is that?"
Joey hesitated "Because she is Monica Geller."
Chandler's smile dropped. He quickly went over to the window to see for himself.
Monica waited at the table with her rose in hand. Waiting patiently for him to show.
Chandler looked back at Joey "Well..." He started walking away
"Well what? You are just gonna let her wait there all night?"
"Yes, yes I am. Goodnight Joey I'll see you in the morning." Chandler said walking back to his apartment.
Monica looked over the menu a few times as she waited.
"Do you mind if I borrow this chair?" Someone asked her starting to pull it away.
Monica quickly stopped him "Yes. Yes I mind. Sorry I'm expecting someone." She told him placing the chair back where it sat.
Monica was starting to lose hope that he would show.
"Would you like another coffee?" A waiter asked
"Yes please." She handed him her cup.
Monica sighed.
She heard a door open and quickly looked to see who it might be. Her joy dropped when she saw Chandler Bing walk in.
Chandler couldn't do it. But now that he was back here he was losing hope that she would even talk to him, let alone look at him.
Monica's eyes grow. She quickly grabbed the menu and placed it in front of her face while she slouched back in her chair.
Chandler looked over at Monica. He nonchalantly when to her. "Monica Geller."
Monica did a quick wave trying not to look at him
"Would you mind if I sat here?-"
"Yes I actually would." She looked up at him holding the chair back. "Thanks."
Chandler looked at the menu in her hands "Anything good?"
"Do you mind." Monica closed the menu
"No I don't" He said sitting down as the waiter came and delivered Monica's coffee.
"Can I get you something?"
"Oh no, he's not staying." Monica told him
Chandler took off his jacket and put it on the back of the chair "Mochachino, decaf nonfat."
"No no. You are not staying."
"I'll just stay here until your friend get's here." He said looking at his watch "Is he late?"
Monica sighed
"You would discover a lot of things if you knew me."
"If I really knew you I know what I would find. Instead of a brain a cash register. Instead of a heart a bottom line." She shot
Chandler sat back a little hurt.
Monica looked in his eyes and smiled slightly.
"What?"
"Oh my God."
"What?" He asked
"For the first time in my life I am confronted with a horrible person. I know exactly what I wanted to say. And I said it." She smiled
Chandler nodded "Well you have a gift. That was perfect meanness."
"Meanness? Let me tell you something about meanness..."
"Don't misunderstand me. I'm just trying to pay you a compliment." Chandler stopped her. He looked down at the table and noticed a rose. He picked it up.
"Oh," Monica reached out for it "Why are you touching that. Why are you-"
"Is this a rose?" He asked smelling it "Probably has something special to it." He took it in his mouth.
"Is that funny to you? Everything is a joke to you." She shook her head
The door opened and Monica looked over hoping it could be him.
Chandler looked behind him at the door and saw two old women walk through. He looked back at Monica who looked sadder than ever.
"Don't-" She shook her head "Please leave." She begged not looking at him "Please please leave."
Chandler nodded and stood up grabbing his coat. He sighed and walked to the table right behind her setting his jacket on the back of the chair once again.
Monica looked at him. Unbelievable. She gabbed a compact out of her purse. She checked herself in the mirror while moving it slightly to the side so she could see him.
Chandler looked behind him at Monica.
Monica shut the mirror and put it back away.
"You know what that cup of coffee reminds me of?" Chandler asked turning sideways in his seat.
"What?"
"The first day I met you."
"The first day you lied to me."
"I didn't lie to you."
"Yes you did."
Chandler shook his head "No I didn't."
"Yes you did."
"I did not."
"Did to."
"Did not!"
"You did to!"
"I did not!" He raised his voice
"You did to! I thought, oh that Bing stuff was so charming, B-I-N-G." She mimicked
"Well I didn't lie about it."
Monica turned around in her seat "Chandler. You can just call me Chandler."
Chandler nodded
"Like you were one of those stupid twenty-two year old girls with no last name. Hi I'm Kimberly, hi I'm Janice." She said "Don't they know you're suppose to have a last name? It's like they are in entire generation of cocktail waitresses..."
Chandler stood up "Look-" He quickly moved back to Monica's table "I am not a twenty-two year old cocktail waitress."
"That is not what I meant!" She argued
"And when I said the thing about the soup kitchen and the olive oil, that-is-not-what-I-meant!" He got it straight
"Oh. You poor sad multimillionaire. I feel so sorry for you."
They looked back towards the door when they heard it open once more. A strange man that was wearing what seemed to be a child's Halloween costume.
He looked back to Monica "I'll take a wild guess that that's not him either." Chandler smiled slightly
Monica swallowed the lump that formed in her throat.
"So who is he I wonder?" Chandler asked "Would you be mean to him too when he shows up?"
"No I will not." She said "Because the man who is coming here tonight is completely unlike you. He is kind, and funny, he has got the most wonderful sense of humor." She smiled
"But-" He stopped her "He's not here."
Monica looked around before meeting his eyes "Well if he is not here he has a reason because there is not a mean or careless bone in his body." She said "But I wouldn't expect you to understand anybody like that. You and your multimillionaire restaurant Mochachino land. It doesn't matter what you brought to this town because no one will ever remember you Chandler Bing. They might not remember me either, but they will always remember my mother. And she was a wonderful person that cared and made sure everyone got what they deserved. They will remember her but not you Chandler Bing, you are just a suit." She said wanting to cry afterwards
Chandler nodded slowly and got out his wallet putting change down on the table "You're right." He got up "Goodnight." He said before grabbing his coffee and leaving the coffee shop.