So Sorry! I had to change the title, because a story with the previous title had a large following & I didn't realize it! No disrespect intended! I hope this one works for everyone. I did a quick search of ff with this same title and found none. Again, my apologies.

Who the Hell is Fitz?

She parked her car at the curb of the busy city street and stepped out, making sure to lock the door behind her. New York was known for having lots of attractions that brought thousands of people to visit the city every day. But it was also known for a high crime rate. So she was careful. It was a beautiful summer day; the rare kind where the sun was actually shining and the people she passed by were in good moods. She looked up at the blue sky full of tall steel buildings, closed her eyes, and inhaled deeply. These kind of days didn't happen all the time and she took a moment to fully enjoy it. A catcall from a construction worker across the street brought her back to reality. The moment was over. With her sunglasses sitting on her nose, she threw her keys into her purse and walked into the dry cleaners.

There was a line. Of course there was a line, she reminded herself as she rolled her eyes and walked up to the counter to get a little red ticket. She was pressed for time and the rules of nature always say, 'when you are in a hurry, no one else is.' She glanced at her watch and quietly groaned. In an effort to keep her mind off of her impatience, she glanced around the room. Her eyes landed on the mirror above the service counter where she caught a pair of the bluest eyes looking back at her. Time seemed to freeze the moment their eyes locked. His gaze was intense, like he was trying to memorize everything about her face. She knew she should look away but somehow she couldn't bring herself to do so. He smiled at her and she smiled back. They stared at each other for a few moments before she broke the connection. She looked at the people in line ahead of her and realized there was only one person in between them.

The lady working the counter smiled and called out "Hey, Mr. Prescott. I've got your things all together. I appreciate you calling ahead to let us know you were on your way." The man standing in between the two strangers stepped up to the counter, skipping two other people in line, and pissing off everyone in the process. The man ignored the loud impatient sighs from the other customers, smiled hugely at the employee, paid for his items, and left.

Olivia vaguely saw the man standing between her and Mr. Blue Eyes walk up to the counter and collect his dry cleaning. She wasn't mad that he had been served out of turn because she had a perfect view of the back of this man. He had sandy brown hair with a head full of curls. From there she noticed that he had broad shoulders and a well defined muscular back underneath the tight blue t-shirt he was wearing. As her eyes roamed even further south, she saw a perfect ass covered up in blue jeans. She hummed in appreciation as she stared unashamedly at this man.

Mr. Blue Eyes must have heard the girly noises she was making behind him, because he turned around suddenly and asked, "Do you see something you like?" He was grinning at her as she continued to stare at his ass.

"Most definitely." She slid her sunglasses up onto her head as her eyes very slowly made their way up to his. This six foot tall cool drink of water was just as enjoyable to look at from the front as he was from the back. Damn! She gave him the once over again, smiling in the process. "Mr. Prescott calling ahead for his dry cleaning has definitely made my outlook on today a lot nicer."

"Tough day huh?" He was getting an eyeful himself, just not in the blatantly obvious way she had done to him. She was a beautiful woman, stunning really. She had on a melon colored sundress held up by those skinny straps. He bet they slid off her shoulders at random times during the day. Her dark hair hung loose and wavy past her shoulders. And her brown eyes. They were...well, right now they were staring unabashedly at his crotch. He raised his eyebrows at her obvious fascination. What the hell was her problem? He snapped his fingers a few times in front of her face to regain her attention. When those delicious chocolate brown eyes met his own again, he smiled at her. "Although I don't know you well enough yet to tell you his name, mine is Fitz." He stuck out his hand.

Olivia tipped her head back and laughed loudly. Once she composed herself, she stuck out her right hand and shook his. He had really big hands. Was everything on this man as big as it appeared? Her imagination was in overdrive. "I'd apologize for checking you out, but it happens to me on a daily basis. I figure fair is fair. I hope you aren't offended, but you have a fantastic ass from what I can see."

Just then the lady working the counter called out his ticket number. He didn't move, but instead was riveted to the spot he was standing, staring intently into her eyes. The lady called his number again, and without taking his eyes off of the woman standing in front of him he said, "Go to the next person please."

Olivia raised her eyebrows at his commitment to their conversation. You don't fool around with dry cleaning. Another number was called out. She looked down at the red ticket in her hand and said, "that's me." She walked away from him and toward the counter glimpsing up into the mirror once again. She knew what he was doing without looking, but it was validated by the reflection she saw. He was looking at her ass. She set her purse on the counter, gave the woman, named Teresa, her ticket and waited while she went into the back to pick up the garments.

Olivia reached into her purse and pulled out her ringing cell phone. She looked at the face of it and smiled. "Hello Cyrus. How are you today?" After the pleasantries were exchanged she asked, "Are we still on for our meeting at lunch?" Pause. "Oh, you want to meet away from the office. Uh oh, this sounds serious. Where would you like to meet?" Pause "I don't know where that is." She ransacked through her purse quickly finding one of her company pens but came up empty on scrap paper. "Hold on a second. I need something to write on. She put him on mute and set her phone on top of her purse. She leaned far over the counter with her ass in the air in hopes of finding anything to write on.

All of a sudden she was keenly aware of someone very close behind her. Fitz had his very impressive crotch lightly pressed up against her ass. She heard him growl in his throat before she whipped her head over her shoulder and was met with a smug look. He said nothing, but handed her a small oddly shaped piece of paper and took two steps backwards.

Olivia grabbed her phone from her purse and unmuted Cyrus. "Are you still there? Ok, give me the address." She wrote furiously on the small paper and threw it in her purse. "Ok, I've got it. I'll meet you there at three o'clock. If I'm late, please order me a big glass of wine. I've got to tell you about the dry cleaners." She looked over at Fitz and smirked. "I'll talk to you soon. Bye Cyrus." She ended the call and threw her phone into her purse on top of the piece of paper she had just written on.

Teresa returned with Olivia's dry cleaning. She paid for it and turned around to see Fitz standing there with a grin on his face. "Thank you. I appreciate the paper too," she flirted with a grin of her own. "I believe this is yours." She handed him the pen. He was mesmerized by her openness. He took the pen and held it in his hand. "I really have to go, but it was very nice meeting you, Fitz."

As she started to walk away from him, he stepped into her path. "You have a fantastic ass too, although that dress does nothing for it." He smiled at her and mustered up his courage. "I would like to invite you to dinner, but I don't even know your name."

"I'm Olivia. And I must say, this is the most fun I've ever had at the dry cleaners." She chuckled.

"Olivia," he breathed. "It's very nice to meet you. Would you like to go to dinner with me sometime? We could go anywhere you'd like."

She studied his face for a moment. Maybe it was the blue eyes. Or the curls. Or the intense look that was on his face right now. But she found herself saying, "Yes. I'd like that very much, Fitz."

"Great! How can I get in touch with you? Do you want to give me your phone number so we can figure out a good evening?" He pulled out his phone to program her number into it. He looked at her expectantly.

She smiled at him showing perfect white teeth. "I don't think so."

She stepped around him and walked towards the door. As she pulled it open, she heard him say, "No?" He asked in utter confusion. "How am I supposed to get in touch with you?" Did she just say no after agreeing to a date with him?

Olivia slid her sunglasses back over her eyes and said over her shoulder, "I'll bet you're a smart man. You'll figure it out." And with that she walked out into the sunny day and drove off, leaving a very bewildered Fitz standing in the middle of a now empty dry cleaners.

Back at the office, a few hours later, she willed the elevator to go faster. She had a meeting with one of the partners about an upcoming case and she was about to be late for it. Not technically late, since it was her day off, but it wouldn't look good for appearance sake. Running errands on a beautiful day had not been a good idea. She had walked slower to enjoy the weather. She talked to people she saw because they were friendlier and less rushed. Now she was going to pay for her relaxed afternoon with a few hours of intensity at work. Olivia had to swing by her desk to pick up her notes and then get to the conference room. She was on the tenth floor and her meeting was on the nineteenth. She wanted to chide herself for flirting with Fitz earlier, but the view alone made it well worth it. She would have thoughts of his body on her mind all day. Fourteenth floor. She glanced at her watch and saw that she had ten minutes left. She might just make it if there weren't any stops for the next five floors. She heard her phone buzz letting her know she had a text message. She opened the text from her assistant, Yvonne. 'WHERE ARE YOU?'

Olivia rolled her eyes and text back 'I'm in the elevator. Get my file ready. I'm going to need you to hand it to me like an Olympic relay race pass.' She dropped her phone in her purse and again looked up at the digital number. Olivia was surprised to discover that she had reached her destination. The elevator dinged and the shiny doors opened. She speed walked to her assistants desk, who was staring at her with huge eyes but had the file in her hand. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Yvonne looked at Olivia deadpanned and asked, "Who the hell is Fitz?"

Olivia halted all movement and, instead of answering the question, asked one of her own. "What? I don't have time for this right now, Yvonne. I've got to get to my meeting with Abby."

Yvonne beckoned Olivia to follow her into Olivia's office. "Well, you need to make time, or this big ass arrangement of roses is gonna die." Yvonne said with a smirk. She picked up the card and read it aloud as Olivia looked at three dozen red roses completely bewildered. "'I figured it out. Dinner? -Fitz.' What has he figured out?" Yvonne looked over at Olivia, who was now holding the card and...what the hell was that on her face? A huge grin. "Earth to Olivia! Go to your meeting, but we ARE talking about this when you get back!" Yvonne shoved her in the direction of the conference room.

Olivia shook herself out of the moment and dashed off to her meeting with Abby. She walked into the conference room a tad late, but her friend didn't notice because she was typing on her laptop while on the phone. Abby looked up at her, smiled, and pointed at the closest chair. She sat down and opened the file in front of her as she waited for Abby to finish up what she was doing.

She found it difficult to be mentally present with thoughts of her conversation with Fitz playing on a loop in her mind. He had figured out that she had given him one of her company pens after the craziness at the dry cleaners. He was a smart man. And a handsome one with a perfect body too. That intelligent, handsome, and perfect man had sent her roses! She was definitely going to dinner with him.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a clearing throat. Olivia looked over at Abby and smiled. "Do you want to tell me why you're late? Or should I guess?" Abby was also one of the partners in the law firm where Olivia worked. They had been friends since college and had stuck together through thick and thin. They started working for the law firm fresh out of college and both had made partner within a year of each other. Abby loved to lord over Olivia the fact that she had made partner first. Olivia gave Abby a side eye look coupled with an innocent smile. "I KNEW it! You met a guy. Tell me everything," Abby said as she shut her laptop.

"Abby, we really don't have time for this right now," Olivia began. They had a lot of work to do before she left to go meet Cyrus. "We need to finalize this document after running a fine tooth comb through it for loopholes."

"Liv! Don't make me sit in the conference room reading this boring thing when you have a man story. You and I both know that we can do this in an hour and it will be perfection for our client. Not all of us got to spend the morning outside flirting with strange hot men. Some of us were stuck in the office, doing actual work." Abby tried for a pouty face but Olivia was very familiar with this tactic.

"Well, that's what happens when you make partner before me. You get to stay in the office and do mental labor while I get to skip out and...see the sights this city has to offer." She said with a knowing smile. "So let's get started because I have a meeting with Cyrus in an hour and a half. I'm going to make you put your money where your mouth is and see if we can get this handled in an hour."

Abby was still sitting behind the huge conference room table, laptop closed, making no attempt to do anything. She looked Olivia in the eye and firmly said "No."

"No?" Liv said in a challenged tone.

"Yea, we're not working on that file today."

"Abby, we don't have time for games. That file..."

"Is already done. I emailed you the revisions and the client has already approved them." It was a sweet victory for Abby just for the dumbfounded look on Olivia's face. "If you had bothered to check your emails while you were out chatting up hot guys, you would already know this information. But who has time for emails when Mr. Tie Me Up is trying to flirt with you? So, I forgive you." Abby leaned toward her friend and touched her arm. "Now spill all the juicy details, you greedy bitch so I can live vicariously through you!"

"Abby, you are shameless!" Olivia exclaimed through laughter. She sympathized with her friend to a point. Abby was happily engaged to Stephen, a close friend of Olivia's. Their wedding was just a few short months away, and while Abby was completely ready to run down the aisle and start her life with Stephen, she enjoyed hearing Olivia's exciting stories about how she met men. "I'm really proud of you for getting those revisions done and taking care of the client so quickly. I think you are amazing, Abby." Olivia touched Abby's arm and smiled at her.

"I AM amazing! Now, stop dragging your ass and spill it! And don't leave anything out." Abby exclaimed. Just then a knock was heard on the full length glass window. Abby looked up and saw Liv's assistant, Yvonne. With a huge smile on her face, Abby motioned her in and muttered between her teeth, "What the hell does she want?" In a louder sing song voice she said, "Hi, Yvonne! How are you today?"

Yvonne smiled at Abby and just as enthusiastically said to her, "I'm great, Abby. You doing ok?" Not waiting for an answer, she turned her head to Olivia and said, "This were just messengered over to you and I think it requires your immediate attention."

Yvonne held out the envelope, but Olivia didn't take it. Instead she calmly said, "As you know, I get things messengered to my office all the time, Yvonne. I'm sure this can wait until my meeting with Abby is done." Olivia smiled at her assistant as a way of dismissing her.

Yvonne kept looking at Olivia as if she hadn't spoken at all. "The meeting where the two of you come in here and talk about how you meet men all over the state of New York in great detail and giggle over it like two horny teenagers? That meeting?" Olivia raised her eyebrows to the sky and looked over at Abby for help. "Don't deny it. Everyone in the office knows about your weekly 'meeting'. Besides, I saw the email Abby copied you on about the revised file." Yvonne smiled sweetly at the two professional women who smiled sweetly right back at her.

"Fine! What is this anyways? Which company is it from?" Olivia reached out for the offered envelope but it was pulled back, out of her reach before she got it. "Yvonne, what the hell are you doing? Do you want me to look at this or not? I thought it was important?" Olivia was starting to get irritated.

Yvonne was not one to mince words, so she just said it. "It's from Fitz. I wasn't sure how..."

"Fitz? Are you sure?" Olivia asked, getting to her feet.

"Who the hell is Fitz?" Abby asked excitedly.

"...far into your story you had gotten. And I didn't know..." Olivia saw Abby jump up out of her seat and grab the envelope out of Yvonne's hand. Abby was NOT going to see whatever it was that Fitz had messengered over to her before she could even tell her all about meeting him in the first place! "...if you actually told Abby the names of the men you meet or if you used a code name to protect their identity, or what."

Abby looked at the envelope and committed the address to memory. She contemplated opening the envelope but knew her friend would kill her. Abby mostly just liked messing with Olivia. She looked up at Olivia with a huge conspirators grin and again asked, "Whose Fitz?"

Olivia snatched the envelope out of Abby's hand, and held it against her breast. She regained her composure and opened the envelope in front of the two women. Something that sounded like a squeal came out of her tiny body and she grinned as she read the contents inside. Yvonne looked over at Abby with a questioning look on her face, but Abby just shrugged. "What is it Liv?"

"It's a handwritten note. It says:

I've bought two tickets for the Broadway play, Hamilton, for us to see this Saturday night.

If you can figure out how to get in touch with me, I'll pick you up at 5 and we'll have that

promised dinner before the show. I gave you a clue this morning.

You look like a smart girl. I'll bet you can figure it out.

Talk soon – Fitz

Defeated, Olivia put the note back into the envelope and tossed it on the conference room table. "I was flirting with him and I didn't get his number. I gave him one of my office pens and that's how he figured out where I work to send me the roses and this note."

"WAIT! You got roses, tickets to see THE best Broadway play ever made, and a mysteriously coded handwritten note?" Abby was stupefied! "That's it! I'm breaking up with Stephen and I'm going to take classes from you on how to have your life! This is so unfair!"

"I'll be signing up for that class too!" Yvonne turned to Abby all smiles and gave her an enthusiastic high five. As they both turned to look at Olivia their expressions changed dramatically. In her best Cher voice Yvonne exclaimed, "Snap out of it!" Abby snickered as Yvonne continued. "He gave you a clue. You need to figure it out instead of moping around like a lost dog. Do I have to do everything around here?"

"I still haven't heard the story about how you met him! I'm owed that! And Yvonne is owed it too, seeing as she's trying so hard to help." Yvonne gave Abby a royal nod as the two of them took a chair and waited for Olivia to follow suit.

"Ok but you are getting the condensed version because I have a clue to find." The three of them sat in the conference room for the next fifteen minutes as Olivia shared her morning at the dry cleaners with them. There were hearty 'oooohs', 'aaaahs', and 'dayums' exclaimed through it. At the end of her tale, Abby and Yvonne had their mouths hanging open in pure shock. They couldn't believe she had left him standing there without getting his number.

"Well," Abby began as they all headed for the door, "If you don't figure out how to get in touch with him, you don't deserve him. He's probably too hot for you anyways."

"You're such a good friend, Abby. Thank you." Liv said as she swatted Abby's arm.

"You've got to go to your meeting with Mr. Beene. You really shouldn't be late for that like you were with our meeting, so move your skinny ass." Abby held the door open for the two women who were both chuckling at her. "Liv, if you ever decide you need a new assistant, I'm calling dibs on Yvonne." Abby was grinning at her. "She has spunk and I really admire that in a person." Yvonne couldn't keep the smile off of her own face.