This takes place months after Runaway ends! D O NOT READ IF YOU HAVE NOT READ RUNAWAY! pure fluff with a little humor! Rating for later chapters.
"Hey Christopher. This is Em. I am just calling to say that I can't (sneeze) come to dinner with you tonight. I'm sooo sorry! I was really looking forward to it… I just have this (sneeze) terrible cold, and… yeah. Sorry, again. Well… I love you! Bye. End of message. To repeat this message, press 2. To save this message, press 3, to **BEEP**"
I hit the "off" button on my iPhone. Damn. I was looking forward to tonight dinner with Em. Lately, she has been swamped with rehearsals for this "big" lingerie show for Victoria Secret. I have no idea how a lingerie show can be "big", but according to Nikki (the real one, who is now Em's manager under the fake name of Diana Price) a big deal.
They keep giving Em test shots (A/N, I have no clue if they really do that in the modeling world… sorry), and Em keeps hiding them from me.
I grin as I remember our conversation last Friday.
FLASHBACK
"C'mon, Em, show them to me!" I said.
"NO WAY! You are never gonna get your hands on these prints, Mr." she retorted.
"But Em," I started to wine, "it's not like I'll be seeing anything I haven't seen before! Remember the Stark Angels show?"
She blushed in remembrance. I laughed.
END FLASHBACK
I never got her to show them to me though.
Back to tonight though… I hoped she would get well soon. I'd better go up to the loft and check on her. She gave me a key a couple months ago, after the Stark fiasco.
Walking briskly, I got up from the café chair I was sitting in and started to hail a cab. I was kind of worried about Em. She had left the message on my phone around 2 hours ago, and she did not sound healthy. She kept sneezing and she sounded like she was wheezing.
I gave the address of the loft to the cab driver, which said in surprise, "That's Nikki Howard's apartment!"
I grinned. "I know"
Kinda short, i know, but i am already writing the 2nd chapter!