Nick's POV
I could not comprehend the fact that Miley was here, in my parents' living room. While my dad left to help my mom check on dinner I stood alone with the two people I've never thought were related to each other.
Mr. Stewart stood upright, one hand in his pocket and his other extended towards me. "It's been a while hasn't it Nicholas," he chuckled politely.
I quickly grabbed and shook his hand. "It's been a couple years now sir. It's very nice to meet you again."
"Of course. Of course," he responded as he looked over at Miley. "Nick, I would like you to meet my daughter…"
"Miley," I blurted, not realizing that I was interrupting Mr. Stewart.
"Oh so you guys know each other," he stately confusedly.
I slowly glanced over at Miley. "Dad, Nick is my firm's business partner from now on. I just went over to his company to talk with him this afternoon."
"Great. So now we all know each other. Manhattan is a small world."
My mom reentered the room. "Dinner's ready everyone."
Mr. Stewart clasped his hands together and walked with my mother to the dining room.
"My dad was right. This world really is small."
I smiled. "Come on I'll escort you to the dinner table." As we walked from the living room to the dining all I could do was smile.
The dining table was decorated with at least a dozen candles spread around the table. My mom always had expensive taste, but I always felt that she deserved even though just the table and dining tableware was worth an estimated $20,000.
While my parents and Mr. Stewart were talking cheerfully all I could do was glanced over at Miley a couple of times here and there.
"Denise, your cooking hasn't changed…" the beeping of his phone interrupted him. "Excuse me for a moment." After a few seconds he closed his phone and sighed. "What a bummer to ruin such a great evening."
After we finished dinner we went back to the living room and sat by the fireplace.
"Is something the matter Robbie," my father asked.
"I need to return to Los Angeles immediately. My plan to buy a new company has been finalized and I need to sign papers over there. I'm sorry Miley but I guess you need to take a taxi back to your hotel."
"It's ok Mr. Stewart my car is parked out front. I can give her a ride back home."
"That's great, now I don't have to feel regretful on the ride back to L.A." He got up and buttoned his blazer. "It's been a great time spending some time with you guys. I'll be back in a couple of days and then we can plan another dinner party at my place." AS he got up he hugged Miley, "I gotta but I'll call you when I land."
After Miley chatted with my parents for about 15 minutes she got up. "Thank you so much for the lovely dinner, but I guess I have to go."
We left and helped straight towards my parked car. "I see you have great taste in cars Nick."
"Thank you this is the latest car in my collection."
"You're quite a car enthusiast aren't you?"
I chuckled as I opened the passenger car door for her. "I guess you can call me a geek when it comes to cars."
I walked over and opened my car door and got it. "You've probably have a lot of cars in your collection then."
"I'll show you sometime when you're free," I replied as I put the gear in reserved and pull out of the driveway.
"So where are you heading Miley?"
"The Trump Hotel."
"That where I lived," I replied happily.
"Odd world huh. I just moved in on the 45th floor."
"I guess now we're neighbors. I'm on the same floor too. I guess I'm saving a lot of money on driving you home if you didn't live there."
I pulled into my reserved parking space and got out to open the car door for her. "Thanks Nick."
"No problem, we neighbors now. Neighbors have to be on friendly terms remembered."
Michael the doorman opened the front door for us. "Welcome back Nick and Miss…"
"Miss Stewart, she's the new tenant on the 45th floor," I answered.
"Oh so you're the famous Miss Stewart. I've thought I saw you somewhere before."
"From now on you'll be seeing be seeing me often, and by the way you can call me Miley from now on."
"Of course Miss… I mean Miley."
As we entered the elevator various people in the lobby were staring at us. It was giving me a very creepy feeling even as the elevators doors started closing.
I escorted her to the door and shoved my hands into my pocket to make myself look cooler. "I guess I'll see you soon then."
"You'll be seeing me sooner than you think."
"What's that suppose to mean."
She laughed, "You'll find out sooner than later."
"You're not really giving me any leads Miley."
"You'll find out soon enough."
"Fine if you're not giving me hints I guess I'll head back to my place."
"I'm not giving you any hints Nick, just go home and you'll find out soon enough."
"Alright, alright I'll go home," I said as I slowly walked over to my place. When I turned around she had already closed the door.