The Monkees were, as usual, low on cash and high on stress. Rent was due, their instruments were falling apart, and the last gig paid them in fruit baskets, again. Micky was trying to fix the toaster with a drumstick, Peter was composing a song to manifest money (he said it worked once), and Mike was flipping through the classifieds desperately searching for salvation.

Meanwhile, Davy had “gone for a walk.” That was code for falling in love with someone again.

He’d wandered into a tiny, cozy tea shop on the corner, the kind with mismatched chairs and soft music playing on the radio… and there you were. Sitting by the window, bathed in sunlight, a book in hand and a teacup resting between your fingers.

Davy’s heart practically did a somersault.

He fumbled into a seat two tables away, smoothing his jacket and trying to act casual. When the waitress came over, he barely looked at the menu. “Uh, I’ll have a cup of tea,” he said, then added in a hushed, lovestruck voice, “and one for the lovely girl by the window. Just… tell her it’s from an admirer.”

The waitress gave him a look, but nodded.

Back at the Monkees’ pad, time passed. Finally, the door creaked open and Davy walked in like he was floating. “I think I’ve found her,” he sighed dreamily.

Mike groaned. “Not again.”

“Who is it this time?” Micky asked, not looking up from the toast he was burning.

“I don’t know her name,” Davy said, collapsing onto the couch like a Victorian heroine. “But she was drinkin’ tea by the window, and the sun was hittin’ her just right, like a sign from above.”

Peter blinked. “Did you talk to her?”

“No. But I bought her a tea,” Davy replied proudly.

“A tea?” Mike’s voice jumped an octave. “Davy, we have two dollars and seventy-three cents to our name!”

Davy was already lost in thought again, smiling to himself. “She smiled. I swear. And when she finds out it was me…”

Peter clapped his hands. “Maybe she likes musicians!”

“I didn’t even tell her I was in a band…” Davy paused. “I should go back!”

“NO!” Mike and Micky shouted in unison, as Davy scrambled for his coat and ran out the door to go find you.