**Almost 6 months later: New York City**
"What do you mean you don't have my reservation? It was made weeks ago!" An irate Jessica Vanderbilt
yelled at the receptionist of the Four Seasons Hotel of New York City. "This is just UNBELIEVABLE."
"I'm sorry Miss Vanderbilt, but every hotel around here is completely booked this week. Might I suggest
The Plaza?"
"The Plaza? Are you kidding me? That's all the way downtown!"
In the meantime, Andy Roddick stepped out of the elevator into the posh lobby of the Four Seasons Hotel.
He was on his way to the reception desk to check to see if he had any messages. As he was walking over, he noticed a
familiar, petite, blonde woman, nearly yelling at the poor receptionist behind the desk. He walked up behind her.
"Jessica?" he asked.
"WHAT?" she snapped at him, whipping her head around.
"Remember me? Andy? Mandy's ex-boyfriend?"
"Yeah, I know who you are." she said, turning back around, fully prepared to give the receptionist
another piece of her mind.
"Is everything alright?" Andy inquired. Jessica snapped her head back around.
"NO. Everything is not alright. I currently have no place to stay for the night because
this imcompetent fool here LOST my reservation." she nearly yelled, becoming more and more irate with every breath she took.
"Not to sound too forward or anything, but there are two beds in my room. If you need a place to stay,
you're more than welcome to one of them." he offered.
Jessica thought about it for a moment. She was really tired, and The Plaza was atleast
a 45 minute cab ride away.
"Alright. Thank you." she responded, as the receptionist breathed in a huge sigh of relief.
"Are these your bags here?" He asked, motioning towards two large Louis Vuitton suitcases on the floor.
"Yes, but I can carry my own bags."
"Ah, it's no problem." he said as he hoisted them up and lead the way to the elevator.
"What do you have in here? Bricks?"
"No. I don't exactly travel light do I?"
"No you don't." he said as they arrived on the 17th floor. He exited the elevator, turned to the right
and headed to the end of the hallway. He stuck his key in the door and held it open for her as she walked inside.
"Sorry, it's kind of a mess. I wasn't execting company." he explained, as he set her suitcases down at the
foot of a bed and began to gather the boxers and shorts that were scattered around the room, before he set them on a richly
upholstered chair in the corner. "Are you hungry or anything? I haven't eaten yet. We could order up some
room service?" he suggested.
"That sounds good to me. I'm famished." she said, as she placed her hand on her
stomach.
"Good. What do you want?"
"Hmm...sushi?" she said, as he made a disgusted face.
"If you feel like eating barely dead, raw, uncooked fish, go for it."
After he hung up the phone there was a long, awkward silence.
"What are you thinking about?" Andy asked.
"About how dead Mandy would kill me if she knew where I was right now."
"Yea? Me too." Again, there was a long pause. "So how is she?"
Jessica sighed. "She's...she's...great actually."
"Is she seeing anyone?"
"Yes. His name is Josh. They're moving in together next month." she answered honestly.
She immediately wished she hadn't said anything when she saw the crushed look on his face. "What about you? Are
you seeing anyone?"
"Not really. There's this one girl Lauren...but I don't really have much free time. I'm really
trying to focus on my tennis right now."
"Do you still love her?"
"Boy, you don't beat around the bush do you?"
"Not at all." she laughed.
"No. I don't still love her. The year and a half we spent together was amazing, don't get me
wrong. And I wouldn't trade in the times we had together for anything, but I'm just not ready to be as committed as
she is."
"Oh." she responded flattly.
"What?"
"It's just that I know better. The two of you were the most in love people I've ever seen. I
saw the way you always looked at her. I don't buy for a second that you don't still love her. And I don't buy
for a second that she doesn't love you any more. You're just too afraid to admit your feelings, thats all."
"That's where you're wrong." Andy said. "What about you? Are you still seeing that one
guy...Jared something or other?"
"Jeremy? No. We broke up a few months back."
"Seeing anyone new?"
"Nope. I don't have enough time for a boyfriend. They always feel neglected, and in the
end they ALWAYS end up cheating."
"Interesting." he answered as their room service arrived. They spent discussing past relationships
while Jessica dangled cold fish slices in front of Andy's face, which nearly caused him to gag. After dinner, they
both decided that it was time to call it a night.
"I just wanted to thank you again for letting me stay here tonight. Jessica said, as she began removing
all of the sheets from the bed.
"It's no problem." He said, giving her a weird look as she began removing a set of sheets from one
of her suitcases.
"What?!" She laughed.
"What on earth are you doing?"
"Oh, these?" she asked holding up the sheets. "You don't know when the last time they washed
those sheets was...I always bring my own. Just in case."
"You're weird."
"Hey! The professional term for my condition is 'eccentric.' " Jessica defended.
"Whatever you say weirdo." Andy chuckled as he crawled under the covers.
"Ass." Jessica retorted as she did the same.
