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"Good morning sunshine!"  Jessica said warmly as Andy emerged from her bedroom.  His hair was an absolute disaster, sticking up in a million different directions, and his pants were severely wrinkled from sleeping in them, but he still managed to look good in his own special way.
 
"Morning."  he replied as he walked over to her and kissed her on her forehead.  "Do we have anything here for breakfast?"
 
"Yea...I'm gonna make some eggs and toast.  Why don't you get in the shower while I cook."
 
"Sounds good."  he said as he padded down the hallway.  A few seconds after Andy had turned the water on, someone was buzzing on the intercom.
 
"Yes?"  Jessica said as she pushed the button.
 
"Is Andy there?"  A man asked.
 
"He's in the shower right now."
 
"Oh, this is Brad Gilbert, his tennis coach."
 
"Oh come on up!!"  she invited as she buzzed him in and opened the door a crack for him before going back to her cooking.
 
"Something smells good up here..."  Brad said as he poked his head in the door.
 
"Do you want some eggs?  I have plenty."
 
"Sure, I'll have some."  he said as he stood next to her by the counter.  "I'm Jessica by the way."  she said as she stuck out her hand to him.
 
"Oh...trust me, I know.  Andy talks about you all the time."
 
"Andy talks about me?"  she asked in disbelief.
 
"Who talks about you?"  Andy asked as he walked back in to the kitchen, this time dressed for tennis.
 
"Oh, Mandy does I guess."  Jessica lied.
 
"Is my breakfast ready?  I'm starving."
 
"Yep, it's right here."  she answered him as she plopped a plate with white scrambled eggs on it.
 
"Whaa?  What is this?"  Andy asked as he stared at his plate in confusion.
 
"They're scrambled eggs dumbass."
 
"They're white is what they are."
 
"That's because they're only made with the whites.  The yolk is too high in cholesterol for you."
 
"Brad's eggs are yellow."
 
"Brad isn't going to be defending his US Open title in a month."  she countered as someone buzzed on the intercom again.  "Oh!  The decorator is here!"  Jessica beamed as she buzzed her in.
 
"Alright guys, we've got to get going."  Brad said as he headed for the door.
 
"Ok, well I'm gonna hang back here for a bit and help the decorator get started.  I'll meet you guys there in about an hour or so?"
 
"Sounds good."  Andy said as he and Brad walked out the door just as the decorater walked in.
 
"So whats the deal with you two?"  Brad asked as soon as they were in the elevator.
 
"No deal."  Andy said as he blushed feverishly.
 
"There's nothing going on with you guys?"
 
"Nope."
 
"Man!  What's wrong with you?"
 
"Man, don't get me wrong...if she were willing, I'd totally get involved.  But she's made it very clear that she doesn't want that."
 
"So make her want it.  Just spoil her, charm her...do what it is that you do.  Before you know it you'll have her."
 
"Whatever you say..."
 
"Just give it a try."
 
"I will."
 
 

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