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                  I stepped onto the elevator and slowly went down. It stopped on the third floor, and opened up to a really hot guy. He was looking at his phone then looked at me. His eyes were frozen on mine. I smiled.
                  “Hi.” I managed to squeak out.
                  “Well, hello.” English accent and a smirk. Holy fuck. This must be Mr. Clancy's grandson, the evil sexist bastard, but a very hot evil sexist bastard.
                  “What floor?” I ask as he steps in.
                  “Ground.” I let the doors close. “I'm Charles Turner.” He stick his hand out. He was very professional, but seemed friendly.
                  I shook his hand, and blushed realizing that I completely look like a slob. He had his light brown hair slicked back, and I could see the confidence oozing out of his brown eyes.
                  “Ashton Pennington. You're Mr. Clancy's grandson, right? He mentioned that you were coming by.” The doors closed and the elevator started moving.
                  “Actually no, that's my friends grandfather. I was dropping off his bags in his apartment for him.”
                  “Oh.” I bite my lip. “My bad.”
                  “Do you live in this building?”
                  “It's my grandmothers place. I'm taking care of it for her.” He doesn't need to know that I basically just inherited it.
                  “So you're new around here?” I shrug.
                  “Little bit.” I knew where this was heading. He was about to ask me on a date or at least leading up to it.
                  “Have you gotten to explore the city?”
                  “No.” I smile. It was a lie. Of course I knew the city, I've come here three times every year since I was four. But doesn't mean I can't pretend not to know things. I know it's stupid to lie to get a boy to like you, but it's been a while. I needed relief other than myself.
                  “How about I show you some of the best spots? I've lived here for four years, and I know a thing or two.”
                  “Sure. I'm free tomorrow.” He takes out his iPhone and I put in my number.
                  “So where are you from originally?” I guess he can tell that I don't have a New Yorker accent, everyone can usually call me out on it.
                  “Chicago.” The doors opened.
                  There was Mr. Clancy with an even more good looking guy. I thought confidence oozed from Charles, but pure cockiness oozed from this guy. His blonde hair was messy, and his smile was full of sureness. His blue eyes...they were eyes I could get lost in.
                  “Ashton, this is my grandson, Braxton Wright.”
                  “Nice to meet you, beautiful.”
                  I rolled my eyes. He was exactly how I imagined. I took a step around them. “I have to go, I'm running late.” My eyes switch to Charles.
                  “I'll call you to set up a time and place. See you, Ashton.” I smiled at him and nodded at Mr. Clancy.
                  “Bye.”
                  As I'm walking out, I can hear Braxton talking. “How the fuck did you get her to go on a date with you?” I shook my head and was so glad to see that there was a taxi waiting already.
                  “Broome and Broadway.” I tell the guy and he goes.
     
                  “What do you mean you have a date? You got asked out looking like that?” Callie asks. She was blunt, a pure native New Yorker, born and raised.
                  Her blonde hair and blue eyes always gets her a lot of attention. She was beautiful, and I was jealous of her sometimes. She didn't look like she tried at