I walked into my office after greeting Sydney at the front desk. I set my briefcase down by my desk, ready for day full of stress and work. The date for the fall fashion show was definitely creeping around the corner faster than I thought. It was already about time for me and my designers to start sewing up clothing.

I checked my emails finding one from the group home, and clicking it. Before I had the time to read it, my assistant and some of my employees came in and we discussed the plans for the Fall Fashion Show. Once finished, my two o' clock meeting came in, otherwise known as my mom. She came in to discuss how the group home meeting went, and more meetings for the future.

"Hey momma", I stood up giving her a hug. Yeah, maybe I was a Momma's boy.

My mom was light brown with short black hair that sat on top her head. She was wearing a beautiful floral dress, that showcased her brown eyes. My mom is a very lovely person, with a beautiful personality.

"How was the group home", she questioned putting her purse down. It's been five days since I've been to the orphanage and I can't get Andrew's beautiful brown skin out of my mind.

"It was good, it was fun. I needed that, thanks for booking it for me. Do I have any meetings today?", I asked sorting my papers and taking seat.

"Well, that's what mom's are for, too look out for their babies. And nope, no meetings today, just stuff for the fashion show. ", she smiled."You know, I'm proud of you, taking after your father, and doing such a wonderful job", she said getting all emotional.

"Ma, you know I hate getting emotional", I chuckled, leading us into the one hour meeting.

After the meeting with my mom, Sydney came in for my lunch break and we had lunch together. She started catching me up on her and her crush, Amanda. "So Amanda told me she was going to text me, and I didn't believe her, but once I got off of work we texted all night. She told me really sweet things and I attempted to flirt, but it was really bad", she chuckled.

"Hey, don't say that. I'm happy for you, sounds like she really makes you happy", I tried not to sound too jealous that she had someone interested in her.

"Yeah she does," She sighed dreamily," So how's it going in the love department for you?", she questioned. I immediately thought of Andrew but knowing that was a lost case, I made thoughts of him exit my mind.

For one, he's underage, and probably has no interest in me or even remembers me.

Two, I doubt he even remembers me.

"Well, there is this one boy, but I know it wont work", I put my chin in the palm of my hand.

Sydney shook her head protesting,"Don't say that, why say that?", she tilted her head a little.

"Well, he's kind of deaf, as in really deaf and I don't know any sign language", I pointed out.

"Well, you can always learn, there's nothing wrong with deaf people", she pointed out.

"And he's a little too young for me", I added in quickly.

Sydney straightened up,"How young?".

"He's 17", I cut to the point.

...

Once I was free and took a beating from Sydney, I took time checking my emails. I was back to the group home's email, and I took time to read it.

Hello Mr. Sawyer

Thank you for visiting our group home, we hope you can find time to come again. Our children are very happy with the school supplies and were very glad when you came. Especially Andrew, he wont stop signing about it, it's probably the most he's signed in years. If possible, could you possibly visit him again, so he wont be too upset.

The staff and kids thank you for coming by, any other communication information is down below, thank you.

-Sarah

My breath hitched when I saw that Andrew couldn't stop talking about me, proving me wrong, that he still remembers me. I opened a new email, typing a response, thinking about what Sydney told me about her and Amanda.

Thank you, for the email and believe me I had the utmost of fun at your group home, I will most definitely have to stop by again. I also had a lot of fun hanging out with Andrew. I see you, listed a phone number down below, if possible I can text Andrew on that number. I wont be able to visit soon, so texting is the next best thing, right? If Andrew cant use that phone just let me know, I can always buy one.

Respond back soon.

I left my phone number at the bottom then finished up the rest of my emails. I pulled out my sketchbook, flipping to my latest sketch and getting to work. As I was sketching a shirt for my male model, I started sketching Andrew's head shape in the shirt, thinking it's perfect for him. I had a couple of more details to him, but not too many, considering my memory of him was kind of blurry. I put on a pair of ripped skinny jeans on him, not really knowing how that would match with anything in my line of work, but not caring. I put a star in the corner of the page, then started on a new sketch.

My phone vibrated on the table, making me look up from my sketch of some shorts. I took it in my hands seeing it's an unknown number that texted me.

Heyy, it's Andrew. Ms.Sarah gave me your number. This is so cool, I never use the teen's phone.

Butterflies fled into my stomach as I saw that it's Andrew. I read it giggling out loud a little, how cute.

Hello, This is Nicholas. It's nice to talk to you Andrew.

I read it over, cringing at how formal it sounded.

Hey, Andrew. It's nice to talk to you again. What are you up too?

I sent it before I backed out. I looked up and put my phone down when George walked into my office. "Uhh, Sir sorry for bothering you, but we need help in the fabric room".

I stood up, nodding for him to lead the way. Once we made it in the fabric room, my phone vibrated in my pocket and I resisted the urge to pull it out, but remain professional instead. I was feeling like a little boy in middle school trying not to get caught.

So while George babbled on about what material to use, my mind was on what Andrew's text could have been. "Yep, chose the green, fluffy one", I decided not caring if it was light green or dark green at the moment.

I walked away to a corner and pulled out my phone seeing that Andrew sent a picture.

Watching Spongebob, was the caption along with a picture of his TV, Spongebob and Patrick were on the screen with subtitles.

I took a quick photo of the fabric room and sent it along with,"Working", as the caption.

I feel like such a giggly schoolgirl with a high school crush. "What you doing Sir?", George came up behind me, with smirk.

"Nothing, get back to work", I pulled out my "authority voice".

"Oh Don't 'Get back to work' me, I saw you texting over there, and taking a picture", I sighed, knowing he caught me.

"I'm your boss, I can text at my will", I stuck my chin up ready to turn around, until he took my phone from my hand, before I could even react. "George", I basically growled at him.

"Oooh, who's Andreww", he squeled as he ran with my phone, making me chase him. George is a semi-friend, so he's the only one that can get way with this.

"Ooooh, he replied!", I caught George, holding his arm up.

I swiped my phone out of his hand, "I'll take that, now get back to work".

I walked back to my office, seeing Andrew's new text.

Cool you work with fabrics? Are you a fashion designer?

Well you could say that.I didn't want to give away I own a fashion business just yet.

Wow, one day I'm going to be an artist! I draw all the time. I love to draw cartoons the most.

I love to draw too, part of being a fashion designer, you know?

I'm wearing, my favorite sweater, I love fall. What's your favorite season Mr. Nicholas? I laughed out loud at how he switched the subject.

I love winter, especially with hot chocolate. I decided to take a risk and ask the question that has been on my mind. Do you have a girlfriend Andrew?

Girlfriend? I have friends that are girls. No girlfriends

Have you ever kissed a girl.

Ewww. Mr.Nicholas you like kissing girls?

I prefer kissing guys, haha. Do you have any preferences? I questioned, my heart rate pounding.

Ewww, no Mr. Nic I don't like kissing. What's your favorite color?

Well, mine is aqua blue. What's yours Andrew?

I loveee GREEN! Green is the color of nature, and grass, and trees, and everything. I love green. What's your favorite movie? Mines Lion King.

I don't really have one but I love horror. I decided to be wise with my words, knowing he shares this phone. Do you like any one Andrew?

No. Do you?

Yeah, I might have a crush on this one boy.

I got to go Mr.Nicholas, see you later.

I ended my conversation with Andrew seeing I wasted a couple of hours texting him.

But I cant bring myself to say I regretted, learning about Andrew.

I can't say I regretted going to that group home.

And I can't say I regretted Andrew playing his music loudly.

....

Just a filler good stuff coming up. More on his and Sydney's convo. He wont be at work all the time. And him and Andrew are going to talk in perso

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