A/N: Whoa! It's been way too long. LOL. Sorry I know you guys are going to kill me. I was very busy with things I had to take care of. I just wanted to let you know that I didn't forget about you guys and if you have any ideas, leave it in a review or message me. Who knows, you might see it in the story or the plot of a new story! So anyway….Enjoy!
Rosie Martin awoke to the familiar sounds of traffic. But it wasn't like the traffic of London. Rosie actually liked this sound. She fed upon the fast-paced movement of New York City. She arose from her bed and looked to the other side of it. She saw Bill Anderson was shirtless and spread eagle on the bed. He was also snoring quite loudly. Rosie shook her head and chuckled. She took his shirt and put it on. She went to the kitchen, made coffee and decided to sit on the balcony outside. She watched all the people as they hurried to work. She smiled, lost in her own little world. She began to hum a song. She was in a New York State of Mind. She began sway with her eyes closed. Bill awoke few minutes later. He walked out of the bedroom. He smiled at the sight of her. He slowly walked toward her and watched her. He was entranced by her simple movements and he loved every second of it. Rosie turned and saw him. She gasped a bit. Bill walked toward her and kissed her lips gently. She smiled.
"I didn't know you were up." she told him. Bill smiled.
"I was and got to watch some of your little show." he said holding her close. Rosie laughed.
"All of New York got that treat." she said. Suddenly the phone inside rang. Rosie went to go get it. She spoke to the person on the other end for a few minutes. She came back.
"Who was that?" Bill asked.
"People from the restaurant. They told me that they were very excited about tonight." Rosie said excitedly. Bill smiled and held her close.
"So what would you like to do today Ms. Chef? Your wish is my command." Bill said dramatically. Rosie laughed.
"I don't know." she said smiling wide. Bill then picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. He laid her down on the bed and smiled devilishly.
"Get dressed and meet me downstairs." he told her. Bill then left the room. Rosie lifted a brow and got dressed. She stepped into the elevator and went down. She met Bill outside the building. He was standing by a black town car and held the door open for her. Rosie smiled and slid in. Bill sat next to her and wrapped an arm around her.
"Where are we going?" Rosie asked him. Bill smiled.
"You'll see" Rosie nodded. She looked out the window and watched the city pass by. She smiled at the busy street filled with people getting their last minute Christmas shopping done. She looked to Bill again who was just staring at her.
"What?" she asked.
"Nothing. Just admiring." Bill said brushing his thumb on her cheek. Rosie smiled at him and kissed him gently. She sat back and enjoyed the rest of the ride.
They arrived soon a Rockefeller Center. Rosie smiled at the large Christmas tree. It was beautifully decorated and strangely there was no line for the ice skating rink. Rosie cocked her head to the side and Bill took her gloved hand. They went down to the rink. Rosie put in her skates and slid out on the ice. Bill tried to go out but stumbled. Rosie chuckled and skated to him. She held out her hands.
"Here let me help you." she said with a smile. Bill reluctantly took her hands. Slowly the pair began to skate around the rink. Rosie loosened her grip on his hand and eventually let go. Bill shakily followed Rosie as glided effortlessly on the ice. Bill eventually got the confidence. He was soon at Rosie's pace. The two glided together and, to them, they were the only one's on the ice. "See it's easy." Rosie said softly to Bill. Just as she said that, her skate hit a crack in the ice. She stumbled and fell backwards. She laid there laughing as Bill hurried to her.
"Are you alright?" he asked worried. Rosie chuckled and began to get up.
"I'm fine." she said, trying to dust off the thin layer of ice on her back. Bill and Rosie skated to the entrance and removed their skates. They went to the Grand Concourse for lunch.
Rosie sipped her drink. "Let's play a game." Bill nodded. "Tell me something no one knows." Bill smiled.
"Sure." he said. He sighed and thought. "I hate bananas." Rosie laughed. "Your turn." Bill said. Rosie sighed.
"I'm terrified of flying." Bill looked confused and Rosie laughed. "I have to be either asleep or drunk to fly. It's quite embarrassing." Bill laughed.
"Quite. Hmm let's see." He bent down low. "I write romance novels under a different name." Rosie raised a brow.
"Really?" she asked and Bill nodded. "Well what name?" She asked him.
"James Booker." Bill said chuckling.
"The author of Arabian Nights?" Rosie asked curious. Bill nodded.
"You've heard of it?" he asked her surprised. Rosie nodded
"Um. Yeah I have." she said sipping her drink, recalling the rather intimate moments she had with that book. The two continued this conversation and then exited onto the street. Rosie looked at her watch. "I have to be at the restaurant in 2 hours." Bill turned to her.
"Go get ready. There are some things I need to take care of." he said smiling. Rosie smiled and kissed him softly. Bill pulled her closer and deepened their kiss. When they broke for air Rosie chuckled and went to catch a cab.
Rosie smiled in the mirror. She applied light make-up and stepped out of the bathroom. She took one last look at herself on the floor length mirror in the hallway. Even thought Rosie didn't want to admit it, she looked good. The red dress she picked out clung to her body in all the right places. Her fabulous figure was shown off beautifully. She put the finishing touches on her outfit and began out the door. As she walked down the busy New York block, Rosie smiled to herself. When the men turned there heads she felt 10 years younger.
Rosie made it to the restaurant in time. She stood outside and stared at the marquee. The awning was a deep red with the name of the restaurant, Rosie's, was written in cursive in white letters. She gasped at the inside. It was beautifully yet simply designed. It was a cozy bistro with very intimate seating with booths and tiny tables. The warm haze of the candles complemented the deep reds and soft beiges of the walls. The music playing was simply divine and added to the rich romantic atmosphere. This was exactly was Rosie had envisioned. Everything was perfect and it was definitely a great place to eat and really get to know someone. It was just what Rosie wanted. The chefs met with Rosie to make sure everything was perfect for people to come in. Finally the time came to let the people in. Rosie stood at the back of the restaurant to receive the important guest from the publishing company and other distinguished members.
Bill entered the restaurant and was struck with awe. The place was beautiful and defiantly reflected Rosie. He scanned the crowd until his eyes fell upon Rosie. His heart swelled with pride when he saw her. It felt so good to see her so happy. He was so proud of all the work she had put into this. The way she glowed with happiness was like a drug to him. When she was done talking to a reporter, he approached her. Rosie smiled wide and hugged him. "The place looks great." Bill said to her. Rosie smiled and so did Bill. "Are you happy?"
"Yes. I'm so happy. I don't think anything could make me any happier." Rosie said excitedly. Bill raised a brow.
"Really? Because I think there are two people behind you that will beg to differ." he said. Rosie looked confused and slowly turned. She was face to face with none other than Donna and Tanya. It took every ounce of self-control for her not to scream. She threw her arms around them and squeezed tightly.
"I thought you said you couldn't make it!" Rosie said.
"You didn't think we were going to miss our Hermit's first restaurant opening, did you?" Donna asked. Rosie smiled and hugged them both again.