The One Where Emma Turns 18

9

"Here we are." My mum smiled.
We'd all piled into cars and headed into the city to visit the infamous coffee shop.
"It still looks the same, doesn't it?" Phoebe stated.
"It doesn't look very busy." Katie commented.
"Come on." Monica led us in.

"Oh my God!" Phoebe yelled as soon as we got through the door. "It's Gunther!"
The original six and Mike all ran over to the counter and the younger lot of us followed.
"Wow, it's been a while." The awkward guy behind the counter commented.
"It has!" Phoebe shouted in reply, clearly overexcited.
"Your hair is still so blonde." My mum told him, and I chuckled as I watched him blush and squirm slightly when she spoke to him.
"Wait. Who is this?" Erica said in an almost rude tone, letting her non-filtered words come out.
"Erica, this is Gunther. He worked here when we hung out here." Monica told her.
"Wow. Is this your twins?" Gunther asked, and Monica nodded.
"And I'm Katie." Katie jumped forward, flicking her hair.
"Yours?" Gunther guessed, looking at Joey and Joey nodded.
"And this is Emma." My dad smiled as he put his hand on my shoulder.
I watched Gunther half scowl as my dad spoke. "And you two are married now?" He asked as he looked between my parents.
"Yeah. We are." Dad smiles and grabbed my mum and nestled her into him.
"Wow. I still can't believe that." Gunther scoffed.
Before my dad could question him, Joey had pulled us off.
"This is where we all used to sit. Every day." Joey showed us an empty seating area.
"Huh. Same chairs and everything." Phoebe commented.
"Gunther!" Joey called. "Can you take a photo?"
"Sure."
Joey handed Gunther his phone and both our older generation and younger generation gathered at the table that the gang had once sat at every day and smiled for a photograph.
"You looked beautiful in that, Rachel." Gunther smiled, almost creepily.
"Thanks."
Erica looked confused, again. "Why is the bleached guy so freaky around you, Rach?"