CHAPTER ONE

Piper Chapman could not be happier. It was a beautiful day in New York even though it was cold. Piper and her business partner and best friend, Polly, just signed a lease for their artisanal soap store, PoPi. PoPi was in the perfect location- busy area, near a local college, and with other businesses around but nothing like PoPi.

Piper couldn't wait to tell her fiancé and to celebrate with Polly and Polly's husband, Pete. Piper knew that her fiancé would be able to come celebrate since he works from home. Well, he is a struggling writer that writes strange pieces about "edging" which apparently involves masturbating but not allowing release. Whatever, she was not going to let Larry's lack of a steady career put a damper on her mood. She was happy that PoPi was going to finally launch so that her and Larry would have a steady income and so that her WASPy mother would not make any snide remarks about how her 30 year old daughter was still trying to make ends meet.

Piper and Polly decided to celebrate at the bar right next door to PoPi called "Blue."

"Piper, you go to the bar first and grab a table. I'm going to pick Pete up from his work. See you soon."

Piper walked into Blue and immediately fell in love. It was decorated with beautiful hues of blue and white, spacious, clean, and trendy yet comforting. Piper was impressed since she has been to many bars in her lifetime. Her mind flashed back to when she tried to apply for a job at a bar and ended up meeting a beautiful woman named Alex Vause that turned her life upside down. Alex. God, it has been eight years since she left Alex in Paris. Piper likes to omit the fact that she left Alex the day her mom died. She hates to admit it but sometimes she thinks about her drug importing ex-girlfriend and wonders if she is still ruining everything good in her life with that choice of career.

Lost in her thoughts, Piper finally realized the bartender was trying to get her attention to take her order. With an apologetic smile, Piper orders a margarita.

"It's a little cold outside for a margarita, don't you think?"

Piper felt as if the wind got knocked out of her. Those exact words. That voice. That sexy, raspy voice can only belong to one person. Piper turned around and stared into emerald eyes that she turned her back on eight years ago.

AN: I've read a lot of stories, but I have never written anything before (as I'm sure you can tell from my lack of writing skills). I have written a couple of chapters of this a couple of months ago and just found the courage to post it. Should I continue or just go back to only reading Vauseman stories?