"Liz where are you?" Michael called form the hallway off their new apartment.

"In here," Liz called back.

"Thanks that helped a lot," Michael mumbled and rolled his eyes. He walked into the kitchen and saw Liz hunched over a pile of photos. "What are those?" he asked.

"My shots of the fashion show," I answered. "Did you give the gallery your new pieces."

"Yup," Michael answered taking a bottle of pop from the fridge. Turning around to see Liz glaring at him.

"Well??" I cried.

"What," he said shrugging his shoulders.

"What did they say?" I say slowly.

"They likes them said they were going to talk to the others so they can get me my own show."

"That's great, I'm proud of you," I say, jumping up and hugging him. "And, I think we need to celebrate." Grabbing his hand, and dragging him to the door, halting when we heard Michael's cell phone ring, "Ignore it please."

"I can't; what if it's an emergency."

"Then we can deal with it tomorrow," I whined putting on my puppy face and sighing as Michael looked away and reached into his pocket and took out his ringing phone. 'Damn that usually works.' "Hello," I watched as his smile turned into a frown. "Yes..Yes...She's here..Listen, you...Fine...I said Fine." Michael finished with a yelled slamming his phone closed.

"Who was that?" I asked.

"Max! He wants us to meet at Valenti," he mumbled putting on his jacket.

"Well; here goes all our fun!!"