Jade's POV

Okay, I loved my studio in New York, I really did, but I love my LA studio so much more!

As I mentioned previously, there're 3 floors; the ground floor is the reception room, waiting room, conference room etc., the first floor is the studio, all white with a platform stage thing against the back wall and props scattered round everywhere; messy but tidy and out of the way type thing.

And the second floor, the top floor, my baby, the whole floor is my office! The wall behind me is pretty much completely glass and it's actually beautiful, especially at night, I have a huge pure white desk and a desktop computer which has the biggest hard drive, like, ever! And then I have my white swivel chair, which I often make myself feel sick by swivelling in.

And then I have loads of comfy sofas and a few paintings that beautifully tie in the room. Yeah, I did paint them.

But it really is beautiful.

Today, I didn't have any meetings or any clients so I was upstairs in my office doing paperwork and Natalie was booking future appointments downstairs. There are two types of days I love in my profession; 1) when you have a huge group or a few people or maybe even one person who has ticked the music box when filling in the form to have a photo shoot done; it's those people who get their choice of music put on practically full blast and we have a little dance party and get loads of photo's done too.

And 2) I love the days where I can just sit in the office, with my music on extremely loud, and I get loads of work done and can sit on twitter and Facebook all day talked to random people.

Oh, and I forgot to mention; since my move to LA and the fabulous success of Stella's clothing line, I've had a couple of celebrities for headshots and a couple more fashion lines asked me to take photo's for them.

Back to the point; I was looking forward to a day of paperwork and loud music, when about 2, Natalie phoned me.

"You have a client. He's on his way up." Was all she said before she hung up? I turned to music down drastically and stood up to meet the client despite the fact I was supposed to be having a free day. I straightened my short pencil skirt, pulled my deep blue shirt down slightly from where it had rided up during my whole day of sitting.

I heard the elevator ping and watched the doors open. I kept my eye line lowered until they addressed me. It's how it always works.

"Miss Stone, it's so nice to finally meet you," He said. I remember that voice, how could I forget?

I looked up suddenly; he was wearing black dress pants, a crisp white shirt folded up to his elbow, revealing his muscled forearm, one of those really skinny black ties, top button undone and black pointy shoes.

It was Nick!

"Miss Stone?" he inquired; I'd still not said anything; did he not remember?

I squirmed in my black heels and took a deep, and silent, breath.

"Hello, Mr Lucas, I was unaware of your appointment today?"

"Yes, I apologise, I needed some emergency headshots and this place was very highly recommended."

"Do you wish to discuss how the head shots are formatted or would you like to go have them taken now?" I asked, acting very formal; had he actually forgotten me?

"If we could take them then sort the finer details later." He stated and I gestured him towards the stairs and we walked in silence. The clicking of my heels on the ground echoing off the white walls in awkward silence.

Well, I found it awkward, if he'd forgotten me it would just be like that awkward moment in the hairdressers when they show you the back of your head; just time alone with a stranger.

We arrived in the studio and I kicked off my heels and pulled up the stool that was easiest to use for headshots.

"Smile." I stated as I brought the camera to my eye. Taking a few quick snaps of Nick and his beautiful smile, the 'shoot' was soon over.

"Is that it? Normally they take ages."

I shook my head and screw up my eyes in confusion. "Headshots are just like passport photos but you're allowed to smile. That's it." I answered. I figured some other photographers had been using him to leak picture or something.

"Oh, okay." Nick smiled and we returned to silence as we walked back up to my office. I sat behind my desk again as I uploaded the photos. Nick sat opposite me; twiddling his thumbs, humming quietly.

I turned my computer screen towards him. "Are these okay?" There were about 12 shots on screen.

"Could I pick, like, 3? Then possibly turn them into black and white? People like dramatic photo's like that." Nick explained.

"Sure, which three?" I asked; every word he said made it harder to believe this was all a joke.

He pointed to three photos, I changed them to black and white and printed them for him.

"Finished." I stated, handing him the piece of paper with the photos on.

"Okay, thanks, do you want payment or what-?" He trailed.

"Nah, just have them. For old times' sakes." I whispered, hoping to evade his ears.

"For old times' sakes?" He inquired; how stupid of me. He's a musician. His hearing is amazing.

"Do you honestly not remember me?" I asked; well I had to bring it up sooner or later.

"Remember you from where?" He was seriously confused.

"My name is Jade Stone. I went to Horace Mantic Academy for about 3 months before moving to New York with my Dad. We dated." I whispered. Why was I bothering to remind him now?

"Oh god." He whispered.

I shouldn't have said anything.