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Summary: AU ROMY (Surprise, surprise!)...Remy LeBeau is a heavily built business man. Holds all the stocks and is very lucky in the line of finding women. Anna Marie is a dedicated coffee shop owner, and her shop on the corner is getting ready to be put under. When their paths cross, Anna finds out that he's to put her out of business...but there's a catch...they also talk online and don't know it. And when they finally cross that knowing path...will they accept each other differently? (No powers but Remy keeps his eyes...It'll be explained later.) ((Based on "You've Got Mail"))

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Match Made Through Email?

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Chapter 1 Talk About Coffee...

Anna Marie was alone that night...sitting on one of her coffee shop barstools taking in the peace and typing away on her laptop an email to someone that she didn't quite know. She had met him in an online chat room and decided that it might be a good idea to talk to him...but keep it on a need to know basis. She smiled when she thought of it. Right now she just figured she'd keep it simple.

Hey,
I guess we agreed that I'd go first. There's really not much to tell. I own my own business and it's going quite well. People come and people go, I make money. Simple life huh? Sometimes I think that family is the most important thing...but I really don't have one. Being adopted and finding out that your adoptive mother is only out to get your inheritance...really dampens the relationship. I look around right now and figure out that the reason my business is failing is because most people are going to my competitor. Some guy that I don't think has any time at all to make rational thought. Let alone a rational mind. From what I hear the guys a real jerk. But enough about me...what about you?

Rogue

She hit send and cut off the laptop. In a sense she thought that maybe conversation with someone else would help.

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Remy LeBeau was sitting at his desk in his office thinking about the meeting earlier. Stocks were up, business was booming and he was a rather successful man...and one of the most eligible bachelors in the area. But there was one place that he couldn't get to sell property to him. A small family owned business on the corner of Lake Street. Not too fancy and made a decent cup of coffee...he'd been there a few times on his way to work. He finally got around to checking his email and looked at the new message...then he decided to respond.

Bonjour,
Oui you did say that you were going to go first. Rogue is an interesting screen name...that also a personality trait chere? Most likely. And your life does sound simple, wish mine were. And something we both have in common is our family owned business. I'm a valuable business man to my company and I really wish I wasn't. Plus the man you speak of does sound rather annoying, especially if he's trying to put you out of business. I'm sure it's just business though, nothing personal. Plus I hear you on adoptions...that's the only reason I got into the business...some life neh? If you have to fight for your business, I say to do so. Not going to keep it running sitting around.

Well I hope to talk to you soon Roguey...

Gambit

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The next day for Anna was quite bad. She finally had a run in with the insufferable jerk that was trying to get her to sell her business. She hated him and wanted him to just leave her alone. But he dropped by almost every morning...and if it wasn't to annoy her about selling...it was to flirt with her.

"Why y' bein' s' harsh t' moi? All Remy be askin' is fo' a date." He smirked and winked at her.

"Ah wouldn' date yah if yah were tha las' man on earth! Yo' a jerk an' Ah wan' nothin' ta do with yah! Take yah coffee an' go befo' Ah make yah wear it." She shouted.

"Y' woun' Remy, cherie." He placed a hand over his heart, mocking pain. "Such a belle femme shouldn' be angry."

She just rolled her eyes. "Besides it's cloudy and rainin' outside. Why yah wearin' sunglasses?"

"Fashion statement...Don' it turn y' on?" He wiggled his eyebrows playfully.

She scoffed. "Get a life, swamp rat."

"Swamp rat? Glad dat de belle femme has made a pet name fo' Remy...dat means he get's t' call y' mon petit River Rat." He smiled.

Anna just turned on her heel and left him standing at the counter. "Keep tha coffee...it's on tha house. Ah don' feel like dealing with yah taday."

"Merci, chere...Remy'll remember dis be a good place t' get free coffee..." His lips upturned in a brilliant smile as he left...his long black business coat flowing behind him.

Oh, the nerve o' thaht insufferable Cajun!Anna thought to herself as she cleaned off another table. She sighed and looked up and saw his face on a billboard advertising a new location of a new Cajun Cafe. And to her luck, which was never good, it was going in a few blocks down across the street. "Why do yah have ta torment meh all tha time, Remy?" She mumbled to herself. After a few moments she sighed and looked for her lap top.

Gambit,
Today I had a run in with that insufferable heathen of a man that I told you was out for my business. He either annoys me to sell, or he flirts with me. God, why does everything happen to me? If that isn't enough, he's opening up a coffee shop a few blocks down from mine. I don't want to give up my business...not to him of all people. But anyway...before he showed up...my day was good, and I won't tell you what Rogue means...that's personal and we promised not to get way too personal. Remember? Though since you speak so highly about your business profession...could you give me some advice?

Rogue...

P.S. : Don't call me Roguey!

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Well Rogue I do talk a big bit of business...maybe we can meet sometime. I'd like that. I'd get to see who you really are chere. As Rogue is very charming and I'm a man of chance. I know that we didn't want to get personal, mais...sometimes I can't help monself. But as for Gambit, I'll explain it to you even since you didn't ask. Gambit is a risky move and it suits moi well. I take chances as a business man, look where it's gotten me. Successful. But every day I still think I'm missing something in my life. Today and most every day I talk to a very beautiful woman. And I think she has some feelings for me even if she doesn't admit it. I just want to go out on a date with her, get to know her...but my wit and my charm don't seem to be working. Sure, I could probably go out with any girl...but there's something different about this one. She's different. Her temper is even charming, and her voice is thick and daring. Yet somehow has a sweet spot in it. Mais, though maybe I won't ever get my chance with her.

Gambit.

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No, we can't meet right now. Remember...nothing personal. This was just for friendship and nothing more. And the woman you're describing does sound like a real find. If you see something in her...try a different approach. Maybe the one you're using isn't working. Maybe she's looking for something different in a guy than what you have. Or, maybe your not showing her your true nature. Women don't like a phony...I know I don't. That's what that guy acts like that comes into my shop every day, is a phony. He's arrogant and sarcastic. He never gives up either. But if you really like her, don't give up hope. Maybe there's something more in her that you're looking for...you just haven't found the right way to go about it. And as for my business...it's on top as of now. (Crosses fingers) and I hope that it stays that way. But that coffee shop a few blocks down, opens up in two weeks. (Sigh) I know that I'm going to be plummeting soon. But I have to fight fire with fire, right?

Rogue

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The next day was rather slow going for Anna. She had a few customers here and there, but her day was ruined when Remy walked in the front door. And he was holding a Rose?

"Bonjour, chere." He smiled. "Fo' y'."

"No thanks." She stated trying to keep herself from taking it. "Keep it, Ah'm sure yah coul' have any girl yah wanted. Stay away from meh."

"But I got it fo' y'." He smiled again and moved the flower closer to her. "Please take it."

"No." She glared. "Ah'm not interested. Why are yah so interested in meh anyway. Tryin' ta bribe meh won't get meh ta sell. So shove ya flower somewhere tha sun don' shine an' get outta mah face!"

"But..."

"No...go." She sighed and she let her eyes soften as she went into the back. He left the rose on the counter with a note and walked out. Why de chere s' mean t' moi? Oh...He looked up at the billboard. Dat be why...can' do anyt'ing 'bout mon pere.

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Gambit,
Have you ever thought that you've become your own worst enemy? Like you say something, but you meant to say something else. I was talking to someone today and he made me angry, but he also made me feel better in an unusual way. But it wasn't like this guy had feelings, I mean, he's strictly business...and just to think the nerve of him. But I can't help but wonder why that he keeps saying the things he says. I said exactly what I wanted to say and I feel horrible about it. Usually I'm not like that...

Rogue

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