Welcome back for chapter five. This chapter will start in Adrina's point of view. Enjoy. : )
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Not Just Another Bank Account

I woke up the next morning to a knock on my bedroom door. I groaned, sat up and stretched. "Come in." I watched as Tessa walked in my room, not carrying her usual tray.

"Miss, you have a visitor."

"Who is it?"

"Mr. Wayne."

"What?"

"That's what I said when I saw him standing in front of the door. He wants to talk to you."

"Alright." I threw back the covers and made a mad dash for my closet. "Tell him I'll be down in ten minutes." Tessa nodded and left my room as I started to get dressed. I ended up choosing a red flowy shirt, fitted khakis and black buckle boots. After I got dressed, I quickly freshened up and then made my way downstairs. I walked past the foyer and into the living room, gasping when I saw Bruce talking to Tessa. "Mr. Wayne?" Bruce turned his head and smiled at me.

"Good morning, Adrina. You look great."

"Thank you. You look great yourself. If I may ask, what are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see if you would join me for lunch." Lunch? Was it really that late? I checked the clock and it was around eleven in the morning. Why did Tessa wait so long to wake me up?

"I'd love to join you." Bruce smiled at me and I walked back into the foyer to grab my purse.

"Are you ready?" I nodded and followed Bruce to his car that was parked in front of my house. He opened the door for me and once he was in the driver's seat, we took off for lunch. "Would you like Italian for lunch?"

"Sounds great to me." Bruce drove to an Italian restaurant and pulled into the valet area. The maitre'd led us to a secluded booth and left after handing us menus.

"I take it that you eat a lot of Italian food."

"Did you figure that out by yourself?" Bruce laughed and put his menu down.

"I did, actually."

"Not just a pretty face, then." I winked at Bruce and he laughed again. "Do you eat a lot of Italian food, Bruce?"

"Every once in a while."

"Do you enjoy Italian food?"

"I do. It has a certain class about it, just like everything else that comes out of Italy."

"Italy is known for its class." Bruce laughed and made me feel as if I had missed something. The waiter came back and took our appetizer, leaving after Bruce told him that we needed more time. I don't know why, I knew what I wanted. I guess he hadn't really look at the menu that long. While Bruce was looking over the menu, I scanned the rest of the restaurant. There was one man in particular who wouldn't stop staring at me, even when we made eye contact.

"Adrina? Something wrong?" I shook my head and turned my attention back to Bruce. "Are you alright?" Bruce looked at the man who kept staring at me and he finally looked away with an angry look on his face.

"I'm alright. Are you ready to order?" Bruce nodded and flagged the waiter down. I ordered a panini sandwich with chicken and vegetables while Bruce ordered a fish dish. The waiter smiled and left the of us alone again.

"So, Adrina, what do you like to do besides designing clothes?"

"I like to try anything at least once. I'm not picky. What about you, Bruce?"

"I, uh." Bruce laughed.

"What?"

"I don't think I've been asked that question before. I don't know how to answer it."

"Honestly, is a good start."

"I guess I like a little bit of everything, too." We both laughed and our waiter came back with our food. The two of us ate in silence and when the waiter came back, we handed him our plates and asked for the bill. "So why are you in fashion, Adrina?"

"I've always loved it. My mother was a very fashionable woman and I just picked up on that."

"What was your father into?"

"Engineering, constructing, pretty much anything that allowed him to use his hands and his head."

"Sounds a bit like my father."

"That's right, he built the train right?" Bruce nodded. The waiter came back with the bill and Bruce handed him a credit card without even flinching. "Is it difficult running a company like that? I mean, those are awfully big shoes to fill."

"It is difficult but I manage. I have the help of one of my staff and my butler Alfred keeps me in check, too."

"I bet he doesn't feel like a butler at all to you."

"How did you figure that out?" I smiled.

"Probably because I feel the same way about my staff. I don't treat them as if they are only there to do what I tell them. I treat them like family." Bruce smiled at me and the waiter came back, asking for his signature on the bill.

"Are you ready to go?" I smiled and nodded at Bruce, picking up my purse and following him back to the front of the restaurant. As the valet pulled up with Bruce's car, I couldn't help but think back to the man that wouldn't stop staring at me. "Are you alright, Adrina?" I looked at Bruce and smiled, dismissing the displeasing thoughts.

"I'm quite alright."

-FIN-

That's it for this chapter. Stay tuned for the next chapter. Sorry this one took so long. Reviews are greatly appreciated. : )