"And whats the reason for your divorce, Mr and Mrs Mathers?" Robert Dorster asked, sitting behind the big stained wooden desk. He put his hands in front of him and looked between is two latest clients.

"It was a mistake." Marshall replied quickly. "The wedding, dating, everything was a mistake."

"A BIG mistake." His newlywed wife, Vanessa added, putting emphasis on 'big'.

"You two seem to get along well enough..." Robert persisted.

Marshall looked over at Vannessa, who met his gaze and they both took a deep breath.

Vanessa was a cashier at a record store, a few years back. She was sitting behing the desk, reading a book as she waited for a customer. It was a slow day, and she was somewhat bored, but that had all changed when a customer put a Jay Z CD down in front of her. She automatically picked it up and scanned it into the computer, not even looking up.

"13.86." She said, staring at the register blankly, with sad eyes. She sighed a heavey sigh as she waited for him to hand her the money.

"Huhhhh." The man in front of her mimicked her sigh and she looked up, glaring into his sparkley blue eyes.

"Asshole." She muttered, not loud enough for him to hear it.

"Whats that sigh for?" He laughed.

"Every fucking thing." She retorted, bagging the CD as he laughed and adjusted his black and white bandana, that covered his hair.

"I know the feeling." He nodded understandingly. She ignored him and raised both eyebrows.

"Well, you gonna pay or what?" She asked coldly.

"Yeah." He laughed and handed her a 20 dollar bill. She rang it up, and tore the reciept off, handing him the bag and his change.

"6.14 is your change. Thanks for coming, and have a great day." She mumbled automatically.

"Hey, smile chicken." He grinned and pinched her cheek playfully. She flashed a fake smile breifly before pulling away from him. He chuckled and leaned against the counter, staring at her.

"Is there anything else I can do for you?" She asked, hinting for him to leave.

"Well actually-" He laughed and shook his head. She rolled her eyes.

"Perve."

"Or my names not Marshall Mathers." He said proudly. He held out his hand. "And, you name is..."

"Vanessa." She said, noticing his fingertips brush against the palm of her hand slowly and gently.

"Whats up Vanessa?" Marshall was staring at her chest. She raised an eyebrow and let go of his hand.

"Who are you talking to? Me or my chest?" She asked sarcastically.

"Sorry." He laughed, turning his gaze from her breasts to her face.

"What are you still doing here?" She asked after a second of silence.

"Moody, I like that. I was checking you out chicken, and I like what Im seeing. What did you think I was doing?" He said confidently, looking her up and down.

"Well dont, your holding up the line." She said dryly.

"What line?" Marshall turned around and saw Proof behind him, holding 3 CDs. He looked back at Vanessa. "Thats not a line, thats just Proof."

"Hes a customer." She said, glaring at Marshall. He shrugged and turned around to Proof.

"Aiyo Proof, do you think this chickens hot?" Marshall asked. Vanessas eyes widened and her cheeks flushed bright red in humiliation as Proof check her out.

"Yeah, I guess, but she kinda looks like you." Proof said thoughtfully. "But that doesnt mean your hot Marshall. So dont get all cocky. It just your noses are both pointy, and your eyes are the same and your forehead, and your cheeks, okay you guys look ALOT alike."

"Your holding up the line sir, Im going to have to ask you to leave before I call security." She said as Marshall laughed at Proof and turned back to her.

"Aight, VANESSA." He put emphasis on her name. "Im leaving, but first, I need your number." He winked at her and she sighed.

"Oh, you can look it up." She smiled teasingly. "You can look it up. My last name is 'Yournotgettinany'."

"Okay, Vanessa Yournotgettinany." He laughed. "So I can take a hint."

"Oh, somehow I dont think that you do."

"I like your sense of humor. I'll see you around."

"I hope not." She replied.

Marshall grinned and leaned over the counter, changing his mind. She scowled at him and gave him an icy glare. "So, chicken..."

"I thought you were leaving." She said with no expression in her voice.

"I'll leave if I can get your number." He said slyly. It was obvious that she didnt like him, that she wanted him to leave. But there was something about her that he couldnt walk away from. He couldnt let himself, she was so beautiful, and there was something there that he liked.

She had a curvy body, tan skin, big blue eyes. Her shoulder length brown hair was wavy and curled up slightly at the ends, it had streaks of blonde in it. Her lips were thick and full, her sparkley lip gloss made the perfect accessory to them. Her red Old Navy shirt was tight, showing off her large chest. Her khaki pants were tight, but flared at the bottom, and her shoes were black platforms. She was already tall, but the platforms completed the outfit nicely.

"Promise to leave?" She asked boredly.

"Yeah." He grinned.

"Fine." She grabbed a pen and then reached for his hand. Rolling up his sleeve she gazed at his arm. "Nice tattoos. She commented. He mumbled his thanks as he watched her write her number on his smooth skin. He watched the curves of the pen, and grinned as she finished.

"Anything else?" She asked sarcastically.

"Is that a 7 or a 1?" He asked, looking down aat his arm.

"Get out!" She said exasperatedly, reaching over the counter and shoving him away from her. He laughed and slowly walked away as she started to add up Proofs purchases.