"How do I look?" Topanga asked, adjusting her skirt and straightening her jacket. It was her first day at her internship, she wanted to make a good first impression.

Cory stepped away from the kitchen and met Topanga in the living room. "Beautiful as always," Cory complimented. He grabbed her lightly by the face and pressed a loving kiss to her forehead. "Brown-Elliot won't know what hit them."

"Are you sure you guys will be alright without me?" Topanga implored. This would be the first day since moving that she left all three men completely alone with Josh. A deadly combination if she said so.

"Of course we are," Cory reassured her, rubbing her arms. "Eric is going to take Josh to the park. Shawn is taking the day to look for jobs. And I'm going to finish my paper."

"Okay, I just worry," Topanga admitted.

They had settled into the four-bedroom apartment a week ago. The four adults had pooled all of their money together, and with help from Feeny and their parents, they were able to afford this place. It was a home that Cory and Topanga could see themselves growing into with Josh and any other children they would have in the future.

"I know you do."

Topanga glanced over to the clock on the wall, she was going to be late if she stayed a minute longer. "Tell Josh, I'll see him when I get home," Topanga said rushing out the door. She hated that she had no time to see her son before she left, but she wanted him to get his sleep. After a day spent with Eric, she figured her son wouldn't sleep for a week. "I love you!"

"I love you, too," Cory replied, watching his wife leave for her first day.

He shut the door behind her and settled down onto the couch with his laptop. He had the day off and wanted to use it to write his paper. Cory decided to take summer courses at NYU to accelerate his degree. When he went into Pennbrook, he entered in as undecided. It wasn't until he left Philadelphia and said goodbye to Mr. Feeny that he realized he wanted to be a history teacher just like Feeny. Feeny had shaped his life. Cory wanted to do that for someone else.

"I'm heading out," Shawn announced, barely acknowledging his friend.

"No, 'Good morning, Cory. How's your day going?'" Cory questioned, his ego slightly bruised.

Shawn stopped in his tracks and turned back around to Cory. "Good morning, Cor. How's your day going?" Shawn corrected himself.

"Fine, thank you," Cory smiled.

"Now can I go?" Shawn asked.

"I guess so," Cory relented.

Shawn left the apartment and decided to explore the city, hoping to find an available job. Unlike Cory and Topanga, Shawn decided not to continue his college career. Before Pennbrook, he wanted to travel to take photos and write. New York City seemed like a great place to start. It would open him up to a world of possibilities.

He had stopped at a diner around the corner from his apartment. Shawn pulled out his camera and took a few photos. He needed to begin compiling a portfolio if he was ever going to work in freelance. Something about the diner called to him, so he decided to go inside.

Seating himself at the empty bar top, he looked around taking in the view. There was nothing special about this in particular diner. He had been in many like it before. The only difference was that this diner was in one of the biggest cities in the world.

"Welcome to the Nighthawk Diner, I'm Katy. What can I get for you?" The blonde waitress asked Shawn.

She was young. That was the first thing Shawn noticed about her. He figured she couldn't be any older than twenty. Katy, the waitress, had a beautiful smile. That was the second thing he noticed about her. The third thing was her seemingly bubbly personality.

"Coffee," Shawn said.

Katy grabbed a mug and the nearby coffee pot and started to pour Shawn his drink. "So what brings you to the big city?" Katy asked, trying to make conversation.

"My friends moved out here, so I decided to join them," Shawn said briefly. Typically he wouldn't continue the conversation past that. He wasn't much of a people person especially around those he didn't know, but there was something about Katy that intrigued him. "I'm looking for a job. I write and take pictures."

"That's nice," she said handing Shawn his drink.

"What about you? What brings you to New York?" Shawn questioned, taking a sip of his coffee.

"What makes you think I'm not from New York?" Katy replied playfully with a smile on her face whilst leaning her body over the counter.

"Your accent's a dead giveaway," Shawn explained. He knew she wasn't from New York the moment she spoke.

Katy's smile faded a little and she pushed herself off the counter. Her gaze drifted downward as she pulled a rag from her apron to clean off the bar. "That's what every casting director says."

"You're an actress?"

"I moved out here after I graduated high school. For the past two years I've been playing the role of a waitress."

"You're pretty convincing." Katy chuckled. Shawn's comment seemed to brighten up her mood. He liked that he was able to make her smile again. "So where are you from?"

"You've probably never heard of it." Katy was embarrassed, every time she answered that question they would always laugh.

"I like to travel."

Katy to a deep breath before relenting, "Possum Trot, Arkansas."

"You're right I never heard of it." Possum Trot sounded like a place of fiction, but seeing as Katy was standing before him, obviously embarrassed of her hometown, he withheld his laughter.

"What about you? Where are you from Mr. Writer?"

"Philadelphia."

"You couldn't be a writer there?"

"I could, but I wouldn't have my friends there with me."

"Some friends you got there. They must be something special for you to go all the way to New York for them," Katy commented. She suddenly was envious of the relationship he had with his friends. She had one best friend back home. They both came to New York together. She became famous and Katy didn't. Katy hadn't seen her in a year.

"Clutterbucket! Get back to work. Stop flirting with the customers," the boss of the diner yelled from the kitchen.

"Clutterbucket?" Shawn questioned. Between her hometown and her last name, the girl seemed quite a character. She continued to leave him guessing.

Katy ignored him and focused on her boss instead. "Sorry, sir!" Katy yelled back, shift her focus back to Shawn. "I have to get back to work."

Shawn fished out a twenty dollar bill out of his wallet and left it on the counter for her to take. "Keep the change," Shawn smiled as he got up out of his seat.

"Thank you." Katy thought that a fifteen dollar tip for five dollars worth of coffee was awfully generous. She had to know who the mystery writer was. "Hey, I never caught your name."

"Shawn. Shawn Hunter."