One Beginning To Another

Chapter 2: Party

                    The funny part about the past was it had this ability to come back up in the strangest of ways. It pokes out of your memories either before you fall asleep, in your dreams, from an object you're looking at again for what feels like the first time or from something as simple as a sound or smell. This time, it came from a simple text on his phone.

From - { Pixie Lexi } : Are you coming to the bar and celebrating its second birthday or nah?

From - { Pixie Lexi } : Seriously, I'm telling you right now. If you don't come I'd probably be heartbroken. Best friends are SUPPOSE to come to big events like this!!

From - { Pixie Lexi } : I'm expecting big things from you. Don't fuck it up.

From - { Pixie Lexi } : BREEEEEEEEEEEEZY ANSWER ME. Did you oversleep?! Don't make me be your alarm clock again. I will dump ice water on you. We know what happened from there.

Oh, right. He should have answered her by now. He just got so lost from the memory, almost two years ago, where the two of them became best friends. Since the day he moved into town, it's been the two of them together in this city. They've done everything they could together, making their businesses grow and gather their followings, making sure each other's customers knew the other person. Hey, when you both start out small, it's good to bounce one customer over to another. Builds you both up, and you get the customer's friends and family later too.

To – { Pixie Lexi } : I didn't oversleep, relax!!

To – { Pixie Lexi } : And you KNOW I'm gonna be there! Wouldn't want to be anywhere else tonight!

To – { Pixie Lexi } : Let me check on what all I have to do today, and I might even be able to come and see you early, okay?

From – { Pixie Lexi } : Cool! Let me know, I'll be around, okay? Love ya!

It was always reading those last two words from her that made him smile. Alexa always ended her text conversations with him with that. They've been best friends and each other's rocks since he saw her that one afternoon at her bar. That evening, they had spent the entire day and night together, to the point that he stayed with her up until closing. It gave him a chance to meet a few of her friends and some of the regulars then, which was nice. But his biggest interest was just learning more about her. If he had to be honest, he was wrapped around her finger. He had a feeling she secretly knew that too.

Then again, he had her wrapped around his in exchange. That much was mutual without a single doubt. Mess with one, you mess with the other, and they always had the other one's back without even a question.

To – { Pixie Lexi } : Will do, Pixie. Love ya too!

With that, he took another look around his office. Large windows all behind him to let in the natural light, a large Cherrywood desk supporting his computer screens, a cup of half-full coffee, and some paperwork he had been attending to. On his right and left sides, there were filing cabinets and shelves of books. The floor was a hardwood to match the desk. Large black rolling office chair for him, two different black chairs in front of his desk for visitors. Also on his walls were diplomas, a family photo, awards and achievements for the company and a few photos of grand openings of other stores and departments around the nation. As long as he played his cards correctly, he would be going international within a year or two. Not something you hear too often too early on in business.

Just from the many e-mails and small stack of ten and more papers on his desk, he knew it was going to be a little bit busy for him. He had designs from rising designers in his company to approve, designs of his own he had to finalize within the next few days, and a line to get out for the runway next month. On top of that, he had a business meeting with a large entertainment company to talk about doing designs for the actors in the shows and movies they were producing, as well as some outfits for both the new coming nightclub as well as everyone's town favorite Northside Venue. It's been in town longer than he has, and the owner happens to be why there's even a town to be in anymore. At least, a town where crime, drugs, and such seems to have diminished and given the place a facelift. Was it perfect? By no means. But hey, at least it looks prettier. Can get away with a lot more if where you live at least looks nicer.