No Day but Yesterday

Disclaimer: All characters and their pasts are the property of Jonathan Larson. Their futures however, belong to me!

The sun was rapidly setting as the young Latina woman hurried down the East Village streets. Even though it had been nearly ten years since she'd last walked them, they were still familiar to her. She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn't see the man heading toward her until she crashed into him.

"Oh, I'm sorry" the man said, catching her before she fell.

"No, it was my fault." the young woman answered and turned to walk away. Then she caught sight of the man's odd green eyes and unruly blond curls. Her eyes widened in recognition. "Roger?" she gasped. "Roger Davis?"

The man paused and looked down at the woman. There was something familiar about her brown eyes and wavy brown hair.

"Mimi?" he asked in disbelief. The Latina broke out into a wide smile and embraced her old friend tightly.

"I can't believe it, it's so good to see you Roger. How have you been?" she wanted to know.

"It's great to see you too Mimi. I've been good, really good. How about you, what do you do now? Not still working that pole at the Cat Scratch Club are you?" Roger inquired.

Mimi laughed. "Of course not, even though you know I still can." she said catching Roger eyeing her body. "I live on the Upper West Side and I dance in and choreograph Broadway shows now."

"Wow" Roger said in awe. "That's really good Meems. You're still clean aren't you?"

"Yes I am," was the response. "Thanks to you. And you're doing pretty well for yourself too. I hear your music on the radio."

Roger blushed. "Well yeah." he murmured. "So hey, you want to go get some dinner or something?" he asked.

"Actually I'm on my way to meet Mark at the Life Café."

Roger frowned. "He doesn't still live down here does he?"

Mimi cocked her head and stared at Roger. "You don't know? I thought you two would never lose touch with each other. Mark lives on Long Island now. He's just in town for a few days, and so is Maureen, so he called me and we decided to meet for dinner at the Life for old times sake."

"Am I invited?" Roger asked.

"Of course, now that you're here. I'm sure every one will be glad to see you."

The two old friends linked arms and headed down the street.