Loving the Bad Boy's name

Chapter 8: Loving the bad boys name: I love fashion shows

Bree's POV

I had been at my internship for a full week.

In that time, I had taken the time to familiarise myself with all the different rooms and offices, learn mostly everyone's names and also really gotten to know Amira. I've even fallen back into the fast pace routine in which New Yorkers are accustomed to.

"Guys, stop doing that." Amira warns, stressfully scribbling down in her tiny notepad.

Heath bats the ping pong ball across to me. "We could stop having fun...orrrr we could continue playing on the ping pong table I bought for your office." Heath suggested sneakily.

After Amira had introduced me to Heath, we'd become somewhat close. Turns out, him and Amira were old friends childhood and they spent a frequent amount of time together whenever he had down time, hence him being here at the studio now. He was very fun to be around, he was hilarious, zany and never took himself too seriously. My budding friendship with Heath Jackson also severely annoyed Florence which was a plus.

I hit the ball back to Heath but drop the pad as if it was poison when Amira sends me a death glare. She had a deadline for her design idea and had been stressing out all week, Heath and I had been trying to convince her to take a break and relax but she's too stubborn to listen. I take a step away from the table, gesturing towards the paddle disregarded where I had dropped it. "Why don't you take my spot?"

Amira shakes her head, sending my a sympathetic smile. "I wish I could but I've got no time. I have work to do which needs to be absolute perfection otherwise I'm screwed."

Heath glances at me before rolling his eyes and walking up to Amira's desk. "Listen Mamí, from one Latina to another." He says leaning down to grab her shoulders and shaking them violently. "Stop stressing out! You'll get wrinkles."

"Why don't we go and get coffee?"

Both Heath and Amira turn to me in unison after hearing my suggestion. "You and Heath go, it'll give me some time to figure this deadline out. I'll even pay." Amira tells us reaching into her purse and fishing out her credit card. Heath snatches the card out of Amira's hand, grabbing his jacked off the coat rack and strutting out the office dramatically, calling after me from one of the many purple corridors.

"Let's go, Chula."

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"Can I get a venti strawberry açai refresher, a vanilla latte with an extra pump of vanilla, and a regular iced coffee please, barista?"

I stood next to Heath as he ordered our drinks, people sneakily trying to take pictures and videos of him but Heath didn't even register all the background noise, almost as if he was immune to everyone's stares.

The bell on the coffee shop door rings and I turn to the doorway only to see a familiar face. I leave Heath to finish ordering at the counter and walk up to them, deciding I'd approach them instead of trying to hide. I stand in front of Carson and fold my arms. "Out of all the coffee places in New York City, you just had to walk into mine..."

Carson's eyes flash in recognition when he hears my voice. "I guess it was fate, new girl."

Sounds of a whimpering baby catch my attention and I go to look at the baby inside the stroller Carson was pushing. She had the cutest round face, her brown hair in two adorable pigtails styled with bows.

"Is this your sister?" I ask.

He looks from me to the stroller. "Yeah, this is Zoey. This is the first time I've been left with her and she's been fussing all morning, so figured I'd take her outside." He shrugs. "You know, try calm her down."

I nod at him, crouching down to meet the gaze of the baby in the stroller. I send her a big smile and she giggles in response. She was adorable, way too cute to be associating with Carson. "Hi, Zoey." I say in a baby voice, keeping my attention on the rosy cheeked infant in front of me. I puff air into my cheeks and she smiles, popping them with her tiny little fingers.

I stand to my full length once again, watching Carson as he eyes me in astonishment. "H-how'd you mange that? I've been trying to make her laugh all day."

"What? Are you serious?" I question him. "I make everyone laugh."

"Maybe I could find that out for myself some time."

I roll my eyes. "Next time I see you, remind me not to talk to you."

"Bree, the cars here, let's go." I turn to see Heath, balancing the drinks in his hands and I take one from him before addressing Carson.

"I gotta go." I tell him before looking down at his sister. "Bye bye baby Zoey."

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We return back to the office to see Amira there waiting for us in the doorway.

"Thank goodness, you're back." Amira says in an exasperated tone, ushering me into her office. I take a seat on the leather chair as Heath hands her her iced coffee. "You should check your emails." She tells me.

I open up my MacBook sitting on the coffee table in front of me and type away, pulling my emails up and clicking on the latest one to flood my inbox. It was a letter from Deception. They had given us an outline. To design two dresses that will be judged and the top three interns with the best dresses will get to present their work at a local fashion show. I draw my eyes away from the laptop to look at an excited Amira.

"A fashion show? I love fashion shows." Heath grins, leaning over my shoulder and reading the email for himself.

"Yeah, apparently a bunch of investors and top designers will be attending." Amira says happily, coming to sit in front of us on the coffee table.

I trade glances with both Heath and Amira. "I don't know guys...you think that I'm good enough?" I bite my lip hesitantly, shutting my laptop.

Amira scoffs, grabbing my hands and squeezing them slightly. "Are you kidding me? I've seen your work. You've got this Bree Tomas."

I guess I was scared this industry was too cutthroat for me and I wouldn't be able to make it but I had to believe in myself, I knew I had to. With a smile I make my decision.

"Okay, I'm in."