Everything seemed like what it was before I left. People scrambling around the lobby, figuring out as they ran if they still have jobs to go back to or not, some rushing around, trying to balance the coffee in one hand and stacks of papers on the other. I'm not going to say I don't miss this scene right here because I sometimes do, but that is no longer my life. The elevator door dinged, indicating for me to step in. I gingerly pressed the button to my intended floor, my heart starting to beat wildly. Will things ever be the same up there? Will it be like a black hole ones this doors open? Will people still remember me? What will they say? A thousand thoughts rushed through my head, all of which telling me to go back down. But before I could do so, the doors opened, and I stood still. This was it. The life I left behind. The life I swore I would never come back again. Slowly, the elevator doors started closing and upon reflex, I reached out and stepped out of the box. Timidly, I started walking; feeling everybody's stare upon me. Slowly, I regained my cool and started walking more confidently. Each stride was met with confused stares, agape mouths and people stopping still. I made my way to my old office, immediately seeing the one woman I was looking for.

"Hey mum." I said, leaning in on the door frame, my newly acquired accent making its presence known. Slowly, she dropped the papers she was holding and put down the glasses in her eyes on the table before she eagerly came to me, hugging me.

"Darling, what a surprise." She said, enveloping me into her warm embrace, smelling me and not letting me go. I can't deny that I didn't miss this because I do. I can feel her instant happiness radiating towards me and for that, a smile made its way on my face.

"Is that all you can say? I flew oceans for you and that's all you're going to tell me?" She finally let me go but still holding me on my shoulders.

"Well if you didn't leave just like that, I would have more to ask" she said. "Darling, I miss you, but what are you doing here. Is Alexis with you?" She further asked. But before I could answer the incessant clicking of Manolo's on the hard floor put everyone on their reverie. Before I could completely turn around, she was already in front of me. Time stood still for both of us. Both staring at each other, trying to figure out how much time had passed by. She is still the same person before I left-commanding, domineering and still beautiful. Nothing has changed, but deep down, as her eyes bored into mine, I knew something was definitely different. Her face resembled shock and I imagine mine would too. I didn't expect to see her here today, thinking that she was in a meeting or a shoot. But now, here we are both not moving, both too surprised. Finally, my mom made her presence known and I turned to her, so did she.

"Is there anything you need Wilhelmina?"

"The investors for the new magazine you were so insistent on publishing has been waiting for you at the conference room for more than 15 minutes." She said coolly, her face patronizing. She didn't even bat an eye lash towards me when she left, just like she came in, fear hanging by each stride as she went to her office. I looked at my mom.

"I hate it when she does that. Aw darling, I wish I could take today off but these investors are..."

"Mum, its ok. Go, I can hold my self while you do your job. When you're done we can go grab dinner and catch up." I said. She looked at me one last time before she finally left the room. I watched her as she made her way to the conference room, a smile on her face. That would have been me if I did not decide to leave three years ago. I watched as people tried to do their job. A few of them making mock ups, others coming out of their editors offices trying so desperately to be patient, while others simply were passing by. I couldn't imagine what happened when I was gone but I was glad things were running smoothly. Mum took care of the business in behalf of me. She managed the other 50% of the company by herself while Wilhelmina did the same.

I turned towards the couch, sitting down while I continued my ministrations. However, something caught my eye. She was at the other room, making notes on the book, probably getting ready for this months release. Wilhelmina definitely changed; there is something in her eyes that is different. I couldn't put it to words but its there. She still looks beautiful though. I always did find her attractive, even when we were still working with each other. Memories of my Last day here flooded me and I can still remember the time when I gave her the book, the last time I did so. I can remember her reaction as she tumbled through each page, looking at Fey's picture, then to ours and finally hers. I could read confusion shining on those deep blue orbs then. But her sadness afterwards was the one that will forever be etched in my memory. Why? I still don't know? I finally saw her glance at me and I turned around, standing up and looking over at the window. New York was no London. That, I can tell as much.

I waited around for two hours, growing impatient as each second passed by. My method of distraction as of this minute was tossing a stress ball, trying to determine how high I could toss it with out breaking a glass. As I tossed it up on the air, a loud crash came thudding on the table in front of me. I looked up, forgetting the ball. Immediately, I placed my feet down the floor, leaving its position earlier on the table which was now occupied with proofs and pictures.

"Here, take a look at the proofs. Their is a note pad on the drawer and a pen, give it to me once your done with it. You keeping on tossing that ball make me nauseous." And with that, Wilhelmina was gone. I watched as she returned to her office, not even taking a glance back. Hesitantly, I reached for a photo. Staring at it, trying to figure out what just happened. Did she just ask me to make changes? I looked over again, seeing Marc, her ever flamboyant ex-assistant now creative director enter her office, inhaler on hand.

" Willie, Omg, you won't believe this, I was on my way to the shoot when I heard Karen tell Carol that she heard Anne say that Mindy saw pasty face at the office. I mean people here are turning crazy, maybe you should..."

"I saw him." I said.

"You did? How, why, when? I mean..."

"Marc." I said warningly.

"Is he back?" He asked, taking a deep breath from his inhaler. When it didn't give a budge and his wheezing was starting again, I reached over my drawer, taking out a spare and tossing it at him. He looked at me, confusion in his eyes. I stared back.

"I don't want you passing out on my floor. This outfit was not made for picking up gay editors." I said, keeping my eyes again on the book in front of me. Marc patiently sat down, staring at me until I gave in. Ever since he was the creative director, he gained more courage to finally make me tell him what I am feeling, but that doesn't mean he is no longer afraid of me. We were, for the better lack of words, turning out to be friends. Not besties as Amanda would say, but friends. "I don't know Marc." I said finally.

"Well, have you talked to him?" He asked cautiously, but before I could answer, a knock came and we both looked at the intruder. "I'm gonna go, the shoot might be done now." Marc said, excusing himself.

I nodded, looking as he left before I finally settled my gaze on the book again.

"I was done; I didn't mean to barge in. I'm just gonna..."

"Come in if you must." I said finally. Slowly, I felt him sit down in front of me, taking residence on the chair Marc just recently vacated. I don't know what it was but the air suddenly changed as we both found ourselves alone. I reached for the proofs on his hand and he gave it to me. Our hands momentarily brushed and I felt his eyes travel to mine. I acted as if nothing happened and proceeded on flipping through the proofs, taking notice of his notes.

"Now that you know that I can still do my job" He started, looking at me. "How are things here Wils?" He said. I cringed slightly, suddenly feeling very different. It didn't take a genius to realize how much he has grown; both as a person and as a businessman. He is now more confident, more eager, bolder and more ambitious. I allowed myself to withdraw my eyes from the pages in front of me and look into his eyes for the first time. Blue met blue and I found my self getting lost again. I've always imagined what it would be like once he comes back but I never for once thought it would be like this. I thought he would be miserable, weak and lost. Not like this-not like a grown man that he never was when he was still here.

"Why are you back?" I asked, my voice giving me away.