Nothing On You

Chapter Eight

Two weeks later...

Iz POV

I listen to "Because of You" by NeYo as I pack up the last few boxes of orders for Fashion Fly and stack the boxes on top of each other. It's been a while since I have had to fill so many orders. Two bracelets, a necklace, three scarves and a set of rings. Well, I guess people are really into my new inventory. Looks like I'm going to have to make several trips my car...I straighten my blazer, slip on my flats and push my arms through my coat. I pick up three of the boxes and take them down stairs.

The chilly November breeze blows my hair into my face as use my back to open the back door of my building. I manage to get my car keys out of my pocket as I reach my car. I put the boxes on the back seat and make two more trips before I head over to the post office. I get all the packages through fairly quickly then I head over to La Vie. It's almost ten which means that I need to make sure that everything will be ready for the lunch rush.

Tables cleaned, chairs pushed in at the tables, check and make sure that the food is ready and that all of the servers working the first shift are in and ready. I head in through the back and go to the employee room to put my things down. Then slip on my black heels. Just as I am hanging coat when Michael walks in.

"Hey Izziah," he pauses and looks me up and down. "You look really nice today."

"Thanks." I say looking over my outfit before moving my bangs out of my face. I look at him in his black dress pants, black shoes and sky blue button down shirt, accompanied by a solid black tie. The shirt makes his blue eyes pop, they are beautiful; especially against his dark skin. It looks like he just got an edge up.

"You don't look to bad ourself, that shirt looks really nice on you. Did you get a hair cut?"

"Thank you." He smiles walking over to me as he hangs his peacoat on one of the other hooks along the wall.

"Yeah actually, I just came from the barber."

"Nice." I say looking up at him.

He has always made me feel short. Ever since his growth spurt sophomore year he has been taller than me, even in heels. For a while I called him a skyscraper, cuz' he was just so damn tall. "So I take it, your managing today?" "Yeah." I smile at him.

Bruno's POV

I pick up the remote for the stereo and I shut off "Beat It" by Michael Jackson; I pick up my phone, sit down and answer it. I don't even bother looking to see who it is, it could only be one person.

"Yes Adrian." I pick up my towel and wipe my forehead before I reach for my water bottle.

"You have a meet and greet today. All three of you punks better be at the studio by one on the dot.

I roll my eyes. "Alright, alright we'll be there."

"Good."

"Alright later, Adrian."

I hang up the phone and put the music back on. I work out for another hour and a half. After that I shower and pull on my Elvis tee,  jeans, classic chucks and my leather jacket. I go to grab my Rayburn's off my side table when the framed picture there grabs my attention. I pick it up.

It's of Iz and I from about a year ago. We were sitting on the floor on the living room watching tv together. I was sitting behind her with my arms around her shoulders, kissing her on the cheek as she held onto my arms. She's wearing my favorite smile, the face that she makes when I call her Izzie, I love that smile. I can't believe that it's been two years with her already, I feel like we took this picture yesterday.