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"Sometimes we have to change things in order to make them our own."

When Jack had first spoken the words, she could have strangled him. A big-shot executive who clearly knew nothing about comedy was not going to waltz in and revamp her show. Liz scanned herself in the reflection of the freshly cleaned windows and smiled gently. It turned out he actually did know what he was talking about; and it turned out he wasn't just referring to The Girlie Show.

She sighed as she sank into the warm leather office chair. She smiled again seeing the pictures that scattered the desk and filled the walls. She wasn't sure how this had happened, she wasn't even sure she deserved it, but she wasn't going to deny the butterflies she felt fluttering in her chest.

She leaned further into the chair, closing her eyes as she did so. There was a reason his cologne was called "Straight to Heaven." She inhaled the lingering scent before picking up a picture frame. His mother's words echoed in her mind as she gazed through the photo. Whoever he is, you have probably already met him.

"Hey Jack!" Liz sauntered into Jack's office before beginning her morning. It was a ritual that had unknowingly become a routine they both enjoyed.

"What brings you to the 52nd floor this morning?" he asked scribbling something quickly before looking up to meet her gaze.

"I have those budget reports you asked for last week. If you look at page three, you'll see I incorporated a five year projection as well as a triangle graph."

He shook his head as a smile spread over his lips. "You were doing so well until 'triangle graph.'" She gently lowered herself into the chair before him. It seemed his smile was contagious because she too began to smile.

"It sounded like a real thing, right?"

"No." He said flatly. His stern demeanor was present for a split moment before his smile returned.

Liz was hardly given the chance to reply before Jonathan hurried into the office. "Mr. Donaghy! You have a call on line one." Liz rolled her eyes after receiving a dirty look from the secretary, but stood to leave anyway. Jack picked up the phone before apologetically waving goodbye.

It seemed Colleen was correct. "I already met him." She whispered, still gazing at the photograph in her hand. Falling for Jack had happened so gradually. She saw him nearly every day for the past four years, which didn't ease the shock she felt when she woke up one cool summer day and realized she was in, and there was no getting out.

Liz groaned realizing that her summer hiatus was almost over. Who was she kidding; she had been writing all summer. She never got a break. Her displeasure was soon forgotten, however, when she stepped out of her building and on to the street. The cool August air rustled the trees and gently blew her hair off of her neck.

After grabbing a coffee and multiple pastries, Liz headed toward central park. The summer months inevitably brought endless streams of tourists through the city, but she relished the fact that she had discovered a secluded corner of the park that was barren of visitors. Not even many New Yorkers new about it.

She gently set her cup down on the stone table, followed by her bag, and finally her laptop. It was a beautiful day to get a few final sketches written before TGS started back up again.

She took another bite of a pastry and typed frantically as her fingers tried desperately to keep up with the thoughts flowing from her mind. She bit her lip, intently focused on the screen before her. She nearly jumped out of her skin when a man sat down next to her and whispered "Hello Lemon."

She gasped bringing her hand to her chest. "Geez, Jack!" she exhaled heavily. "Don't do that!" he laughed quietly bringing his own coffee cup to his lips. "Seriously! Hasn't anyone ever told you not to sneak up on a writer who is in the zone?"

"You interrupted the very heated debate I was having with Bob Schaeffer yesterday." He said defensively. "So now we're even."

"You were yelling at the television, that hardly counts!" she quipped, typing another sentence.

"Must I remind you of the types of conversations you carry on with your television?" he raised an eyebrow stealing a bite of her pastry. She let out a defeated huff before smacking his hand away from her food.

"Get your own food."

As if prompted to do so by her comment, Jack glanced at his watch. "Thank you for reminding me, Lemon." He took her quizzical expression as his cue to elaborate. "I am meeting a woman I met at the gallery for lunch."

Liz quickly broke eye contact. She cursed her brain for suddenly becoming unable to finish the script before her. She tapped her fingers on the table, suddenly feeling her heartbeat slow. She had no idea why she was suddenly in such an awful mood. "You better get going then." She fidgeted with her phone, a stray pen, anything to avoid looking at the man beside her.

Jack gazed at her a moment longer before inhaling. "I guess you're right." He didn't bother to tell her that the woman he was meeting was an art dealer; it was simply a business lunch. Oh well, it didn't matter anyway. He quickly told her goodbye before calling a car and walking toward the street.

Liz took this opportunity to finally look up. It was the first time she had actually looked at him. God, he looked handsome.

What?

She mentally scolded herself. Where had that thought come from? As he walked away, she found herself inhaling the lingering scent of his cologne. "Oh my Gosh" She whispered at Jack's retreating back. "I'm in love with my best friend."

Liz spun around in Jack's office chair, turning to face the window once more. The view was breathtaking, but it could not compare to the dream in which she hoped to never awake. She was jolted from her daydream by a warm hand landing on her own. "Are you ready to go?" she let a smile grace her lips as she allowed Jack to pull her up. Their fingers intertwined on command as if they were programmed to do so. The two quietly stepped out of the office and onto the elevator.