I was watching Letters To Juliet today, and this idea occurred to me. It fits so well with Amelia and Arthur and I think other people will enjoy it too! :) So I really hope you enjoy reading, and tell me what you think! Oh, and if you have never seen this movie, I recommend it. It is sappy, but super cute!

My name is Amelia F. Jones, I'm 22 years old, and I work for The New Yorker as a Fact Checker. I have an apartment with my lovely fiancé, Lovino, who is finally working on opening his Italian restaurant. Currently I'm walking through New York, making my way to Times Square, where this iconic picture was taken, when my phone rings. 'Hopefully this is the Robert I'm looking for.' I think to myself as I answer.

"This is Amelia Jones from The New Yorker. Hi, Mr. Beal, thank you for calling me back." I paused for a moment, letting his deep voice come through the phone, "No, I'm not a writer, I'm a fact checker - yes, it's sort of like a detective. Now let's find out if you're the Robert Beal I'm looking for." I smiled at my phone and let out a small chuckle when he replied wittily, "Can you confirm where you were when you found out World War Two ended?" I paused again, looking down at the stack of papers and picture that was in my arm, frowning slightly, "Poughkeepsie, alright... No, but it's fine, though. Thank you so much."

I went over to a food stand, taking a couple more calls while waiting in line, finishing the last after I got my warm pretzel. 'Palm Beach. Not him, where is my Robert Beal?' I quickly dialed my boss' number, taking a bite while waiting for him to answer, "Hey, Bobby, I got nothing. But, I have two more left, so fingers crossed." My phone beeped, signaling an incoming caller, "I'll call you back, kay?" I pressed answer as I stepped in the same place as the kissing couple, holding the same conversations as before.

"You were in Times Square? Perfect! I'm standing right where the picture was taken, I really thought I would never find you." I paused, taking another moment to look down at the picture. "Can I ask you to describe what you saw that day? The kiss, was it spontaneous or was it staged?" I looked up to the billboards and smiled as he answered, "It was? And you're certain? Can you tell me more, Mr. Beal?"

"So you're 100% certain? It wasn't staged?" Bobby looked from the finished story and picture up to me, "Petty officer, First class Robert Beal, who was second sailor, says 'The nurse was the bee's knees and the kiss was a completely spontaneous moment. A celebration of real love." I smiled to him after looking up from my notebook where I had the quote written down. "He told you this himself? You know its not very often that I request a personal audience with a fact checker, but its because I need to know you're sure." I rolled my eyes at him inwardly, 'Why don't you believe me Bobby? I just got off the phone with him!' "Yes, I'm sure. 100% positive."

I smiled as he replied back, not really listening, just catching a thank you, and something about people wanting to believe in true love, then asking something about my trip to Verona, my pre-honeymoon. "Well, its just a vacation before the wedding. No big deal." I smiled, thinking about Lovino and how romantic the trip was going to be. Hopefully he would focus on something other than his restaurant. "I was actually thinking, that maybe while I was there that I could write." He looked at me, picking up his phone, "But, you're such a good fact checker. Have a nice trip." Bobby smiled and went to his phone call.

I left his office to be greeted by his assistant, and my friend. We made small talk about my trip as we walked to the elevators. She even told me to throw his phone into the water if he tried to work while we are there, but I quickly countered, he needed it, he had to take stock. I smiled at her as the elevator doors opened, "See you when I get back." I walked my way down to Lovino's restaurant, making sure to watch out for the crew and all the materials, making my way to the kitchen.

When I walked in, all I saw was pasta. Pasta hanging to dry from every possible place, hiding Lovino from his place in front of the stove. "Hey, close your eyes, close them Amelia." I smiled brightly as I closed my eyes, "Now open your mouth. Keep your eyes closed." I opened my mouth, tilting my head back when I felt a pasta noodle being dropped in. I nodded when he asked if I was good, "Really good, I like it." Lovino went over to another pot, smiling as he plucked another noodle out, "Now, try this one. Its got a different butter. It's good, right?"

I giggled quietly and nodded, "The new butter is better." I followed him, not listening to his rant on re-inventing the noodle and the one that came out perfectly. I took a sip of his wine, picking up the noodle he wanted me to try now, "Wait, can I just say something? We're leaving for Verona in twelve hours and you haven't packed anything." I pointed the, now dried, noodled at him as he walked over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist. "I know, I know," He started, "But, I'm going to pack now. It's going to be so much fun, so romantic. You'll love it there. Arrivederci New York!" I giggled again, giving him a small kiss as Lovino picked me up and spun me.