Hello everyone! I hope you're enjoying this story so far. I'm trying to get as many chapters in my stories before I catch writers block again. (Which I hope I don't get) . Please enjoy the new chapter.

"Like I said; it's going to be hard to talk to his agent, come to a agreement, and get photo's in four different spots. That puts more stress on my plate than the time I had to force my brother to give me the phone number to that one client we had. ... What's his face. I really don't remember his name. Anyway, this is "The" Sebastiano Serafini we're talking about! How dare Dell try to give me such task." I listened to Meiko as we walked down the street to our favorite place to eat. Subside from her being my boss inside the office, she's actually my friend once we're outside. "Just watch, one day he's going to push my buttons to the point I'll shove my foot up his a-"

"As I said before Meiko, calm down. The only thing we have to worry about is getting through his agent. I heard the guy was pretty harsh on people who asks to take pictures of his client." I had cut her off on time before she cussed in front of a group of kids. "Money isn't an issue as long as the man doesn't go overboard." She scoffed in irritation as we came up to a traffic light.

I can already tell that she's going to drink tonight. I thought to myself before the light allowed us to walk across.

"That's the problem! If there was one thing I learned from talking to others in different photography companies was that they all said that he's a Money Hungry type of guy. It's not the model who cares for the money; its him! Geez, how did the kid get him as an agent to begin with? ... Shit, Kaito. We need him to model for the new Calvin Klein product or else we'll all be hearing from Dell's mouth in an instant. " She pinched the bridge of her nose as we walked up to the restaurant.

Eh, I think she's over thinking this way too much. If Dell yells at her, then she yells at me. ... Yeah ... that's how it usually works.

Pulling the door open, we both walked inside and were greeted by Miki.

"Uh-oh, looks like someone is irritated. What happened?" The red-head came over and questioned the two of us. "Another new assignment I see." She guessed correctly. The both of us had sigh and nodded our heads before heading towards one of the booths to sit.

As we were walking to our usual booth, a kid had blindly ran into Meiko's legs. "S-Sorry. ... Hi!" The kid had quickly caught himself before he fell to the floor. I was stunned to of seen how social the child was. He looked like he had to have been about three or five years of age.

Looking over to Meiko, she seemed to of already forgot her anger once she squatted down to poke the child's cheek. "Uh, Meiko..." I tried grabbing her attention but failed once she began to pinch his cheeks in adoration. `How likely of her.' I thought to myself as I walked around the two to sit in the booth.

"Kyaah! You're cheeks are so plumped and soft! Whoever your parents are-are blessed to have a wittle cutie wooty like you!" She swooned. Ah damn. She's lost in her own world again. (Sigh s.f.x.) Well what can I say? Her weakness is things that look cute; but you know it's getting bad when she starts doing that baby talk of hers.

Finally letting go of the boy, she invited him into our booth for lunch after we found out that his food was also being ready. We didn't need to order what we wanted sense we ate here in the past six years; ever since Miki was declared the new owner after the passing of her father.

Subsiding my thoughts, I sat aside my briefcase and camera so I could relax. Noon was pretty much the only time I was able to relax.

"So, Kaito. When are you planning on getting with someone?" Meiko asked with a smirk planted on her face. I scoffed her self-humor off and rolled my eyes. "Oh come on! Don't be so cold. It was just a question!" She nudged my elbow with hand to grab my attention.

Before I could say anything, I paused once I saw our cups of coffee be placed onto the table gently. Looking up, my eyes met with a pair of bright blue ones. I had nearly choked in my breath as I continued to stare at this boy before me. "Hello. I-I hope my son isn't being much of a bother to the two of you." His voice spoke softly as he pushed some hair behind his ear. Even I have to admit that he looks rather beautiful for a male.

Son? He's quite young-looking to be a father; but that doesn't matter much now does it?

"Oh no! Your son is quite the joy!" Meiko had then smiled over to the boy before attacking his cheeks again. "Aren't you a blessed one to have such a beautiful son! I bet your husband is just as proud to have him-" "Meiko!" I hissed at her in an audible tone. Looking lost, she mumbled , "What" in response.

"That's not a woman!" I kicked her leg lightly underneath the table as I whispered back to her. Grunting from my kick, she laughed nervously from her mistake.

I know the kid looks a bit feminine, but she honestly couldn't have mistaken him as woman so openly like that!

"I'm sorry, what I had meant to say was, "Wife" ." She calmed her voice from sounding nervous. If there was one thing she was good at was playing it off cool after she had made a terrible mistake on something. Maybe that was how she became the organizer in the company. More like, "Dell's underhand person".

After she had said that, Miki had rolled in the food to our booth and left it before going back off into the kitchen. "W-Well, I'm not married. Besides; I wish Neru would've appreciate Rei far more than just leaving him like that-..." The blonde had paused himself. Both me and Meiko had stared at him wide-eyed as he silently placed our food onto the table.

As he turned to go stroll the cart off into the kitchen, I unconsciously grabbed his arm, causing him to turn to look at me. "Take it easy, okay?" I loosened my grip a few seconds afterwards. He slowly retreated his hand and nodded his head as he head back towards the cart.

"Thank you for your concern, sir. I-I'll try." He had lastly turned to smile at me before he walked off.

Sir? ... So he's a minor. Now I can see where the stress is coming from...