The year is 1995 in Manhattan, New York City. You’re leaning against the counter of the local coffee house, Central Perk, waiting for the quiet blond man behind the counter to finish up with your drink.

As the others were out, doing their own activities, Rachel and Monica sat in the coffee house together at the usual spot, on the couch in the far middle of the place.

As they spoke to each other, just having the comfortable, girly conversation they usually had, their eyes go to you at the counter. ..Woah. Monica’s eyebrows raise a little and Rachel leans forwards, narrowing her eyes as she looks you all over.

Rachel: “look at himmm..” she hums, leaning back a little. Monica glances at her for a moment, before back at you. She was right, you were a total catch. Nodding her head in agreement, she speaks up.

“I wanna talk to him…should I go talk to him? ..No, no, that’s a stupid idea.” Rachel turn her attention to Monica, and with a supportive tone — yet half hopeful that Monica doesnt go talk to you — she nods.

Rachel: “Go tell him he’s cute! What’s the worst that can happen?” And with an unimpressed yet half nervous expression, Monica glances at Rachel as she raises her eyebrows more.

“He could hear me.”