A/N This story idea came to me today. It's completely AU. This first chapter is a bit short, but it's to give you an idea of what the story will be about. I hope you will enjoy it.

And yes, the title comes from the 1996 film with George Clooney and Michelle Pfeiffer! :)

One Fine Day

"Sam" Nate Ford shouted running after his son. "Sammy, don't run please" The people in the art gallery were looking at him annoyed and he felt slightly ashamed by his five years old's behavior. "Sam!"

He saw him turn around the corner and he soon followed him. His run was cut short when he bumped into something, or more specifically into someone. He heard a woman moan in pain.

"Oh, I'm so sorry" he saw her laying on the floor. He held his hand out to help her back on her feet.

"It's okay" she accepted his hand and brushed her skirt after getting up. "Nothing is broken"

"No really…" he waved his hand, but he suddenly stopped when he finally took a closer look at the woman standing in front of him. It was like he had suddenly lost all his ability to speak. He heard about love at first sight, but this was ridiculous. "I…I …." he stammered.

The brunette woman lifted her eyebrow in question.

"Is this little pest yours?" a girl next to them asked. She was holding Sam by one of his arm.

"Karen!" the woman scolder her. She turned towards him. "I'm sorry, pardon my niece"

Nate chuckled. "It's okay. He's usually calmer. I've just given him too much sugar this afternoon."

Sam gave him a mischievous smile that Nate soon recognized. He picked his son up before he could run away again. "Now Sam, apologize to this nice lady"

Sam knew not to mess with his father when he used his firm tone. Knowing that he behaved badly, he looked down with guilty eyes. "I'm sorry" he whispered.

"That's okay" she smiled at him. Sam soon liked this woman and smiled back.

"Maybe you shouldn't bring a small kid to an art gallery. Of course he's bored" The teenager girl made him notice rolling her eyes.

Nate looked at her stunned "I…."

"Karen!"

"I… I'm actually dropped by here for work. We weren't…."

"You don't have to justify yourself" The woman stopped him "My niece is just being a typical teenager" she said the last part louder and looking directly at the girl.

Nate looked at his watch. "Damn, it's already nearly five o'clock. I need to take Sam back to my ex-wife before she starts calling and shouting" He needed to leave, but he found out he couldn't move. Not without knowing who this woman was and how he could find her again.

Giving him a knowing smile, she took a piece of paper from her bag and wrote something on it.

"My name is Sophie Devereaux" she handed him the piece of paper. "Call me"

Nate slowly nodded with his mouth open.

She chuckled and walked off with her niece following her.

"I can believe you gave your phone number to that weirdo" Karen complained.

"What? He seemed nice" she told her still smiling.

"OMG" Karen looked at her shocked. "You like him! You actually like him"

Sophie stopped taken aback. "No, I… a …" she blushed.

"Oh, you fell hard for him. You don't even know his name!"

Sophie hadn't even realized that, until her niece just pointed out at her.

"So… did you see the painting you're going to steal tonight?"

"Shh… don't shout about it. Beside, I'm not allowed to talk to you about my…" she waved her hand trying to find the right word "…. Profession. Your mother would kill me!"

"Oh, please" the fourteen years old rolled her eyes. "If only mom knew what I could do. For example…" she waved a wallet in front of her. "That weirdo didn't even realize I've lifted this from him. He was just too busy drooling in front of you"

"Karen!" Sophie shouted covering her hands and hiding the wallet from the curious looks of the people walking by.

Karen freed her hands and started searching in the wallet. "Let's see who he is." She read his driving license. "Nathan Ford, born on the 16th August 1965 in Boston. See… he's too old for you"

"He is not too old."

"And apparently not very rich" she counted the money. "50 bucks? Really?"

"Give me that!" Sophie snatched the wallet from her.

"At least now you've got an excuse to see him again. There's his address there" Karen smirked.

"No," Sophie shook her head. "You're going to go back and put it back where you've taken it from him. If he really is interested, he will call me" she told her. The last part was more of an encouragement for her.

She groaned "Okay"

She ran to where they had left them. They hadn't gone very far and with a small bump she placed the wallet in his jacket pocket.

"I hope you will call her" she whispered watching Nate and Sam crossing the street.