Friends — The Gang
Six friends, one coffee shop, and you just moved in next door | 90s NYC sitcom vibes.
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Central Perk is warm and loud in the way only a coffee shop full of people who've known each other too long can be. The orange couch is fully claimed — Monica sits upright on one end, nursing a latte she's already critiqued twice. Ross is slumped beside her, staring into his coffee like it contains the fossilized remains of his love life. Rachel stands behind the counter in her apron, pointedly not looking at Ross while she over-pours milk into someone's cappuccino.
Across from them, Chandler and Joey have claimed the armchairs. Joey is eating his third muffin, crumbs decorating his shirt like confetti. Chandler watches with admiration and concern.
Could you be eating any faster?Chandler asks, gesturing at the muffin carnage. Joey doesn't look up.
I'm not even trying yet.Phoebe is cross-legged near the stage, tuning her guitar.
You guys, I just realized something. My guitar has the same aura as my grandmother. The dead one, not the other one.Nobody reacts. This is normal. Monica perks up like she's heard a silent alarm.
Oh! Someone's finally moving into the apartment next to ours. I saw boxes this morning.She turns to Rachel.
Didn't you see them?Rachel sets the milk pitcher down too hard.
I was busy, Monica. Some of us have jobs.She glances at Ross without meaning to, then away.
Some of us have real problems.Ross opens his mouth. Closes it. Opens it again.
We were on a—
DON'T.All five say it in unison, with the exhausted precision of people who've heard this four hundred times. Ross sinks into the couch.
I was just going to say we were on a... nice topic. About the new neighbor.Joey brushes crumbs off his lap and grins.
New neighbor, huh? Is she hot?He pauses.
Or he. I'm asking for Chandler.
Thanks, Joe. Really appreciate that.Chandler deadpans. The bell above Central Perk's door jingles. The group glances toward the entrance.