Hello to you all! New story everyone! I know I should update Kissed or Meant to Be but this flowed easily and I wished to see if people would like it :) I plan on writing it quickly, there won't be much chapters 5 to 10 and short ones. It's much more of a fluffy/cute story and I definitely needed that lately with the heavy chapters I have to write for Kissed. Nonetheless, I really hope you enjoy that :) My first A/H, hope I didn't screw it up lol! As usual, rated M because well... I'm a perv! Deal with it lol XD

Disclaimer: don't own nothing, Cassie's the happy owner of Malec :'(

Chapter 1: An Intriguing Sight

The first thing I saw was the cat. I know it sounds stupid when I finally realized how gorgeous the man was but that's really what caught my eyes. Most homeless people that have animals will choose dogs because, really, let's face it, which cats in their rightful mind will ever accept to have anything less than the best? If they will embarrass themselves with a human, it has to be worth it. If cats will live in the streets, it's on their own terms, surviving by their own means with all the pride they are masters at achieving. I know it sounds like I'm humanizing these little beasts but I have a cat... believe me, I know of none human who can muster as much dignity and primal contempt then our lovely felines.

So when I left my apartment that day, stopping at my favorite cafe, Prospect Perk, to get my daily dosage of caffeine, I walked down Flatbush street to reach the Grand Army Plaza metro station that would get me to work and then... here he was, the fluffy fur ball. I couldn't help but stare at the small (really small, like cell phone small) white and grey tabby sitting quietly beside a really tall man asking for charity just aside the metro entrance. Most intriguing, the little creature wasn't even leashed! Astounded by the sight and even more intrigued by a man who could own such a fascinating animal, I raised my head and... just choke on my own breath. The man was drop-dead gorgeous.

He must have been about 6'5'', somewhat three inches taller than me, which happened rarely, was very glittery, had the most flawless caramel skin, spiked up silky black strands, elegant and elfin features with a generous pinky mouth and... the strangest, most amazing green-gold eyes, outlined with black eyeliner. I was stunned and of course, being the awkward person I am, I just stood there in front of him... staring. I was starting to wonder about his state of un-filthiness, after all he was homeless, when the apparition let out a low chuckle in a deep sensual tone. I shivered like a teenage girl, trembling from the inside, and obviously, blushed! Damn my pale carnation.

- « See something you like? » He asked me playfully. I just wanted to dig a hole and bury myself in it for the next hundred years.

My blush deepened to a worrying state and I struggled to find some words. I thought about running away but my legs seemed to be stuck in cement. I was mesmerized.

- « I'm... hmm...I... I'm... so-r-ry... » Was all I could expulse. Sometimes I deeply hated my easy impressed self.

Unashamedly, my counterpart laughed deeply, in a rich sound that seemed to echo from mountains. Not too helpful for my shocked emotions. When he came down from his hilarity, he still had a huge grin on his handsome face and looked at me with a mischievous gleam in his eyes that both excited and worried me.

- « Don't worry sugar, I know I'm magnificent, you can stare at me all day if you want. » He said playful but with a husky tone to his voice that sent my tremors on a high again. As I stayed mute, he extended his free arm and unabashedly picked up my coffee cup. « I wouldn't mind looking at those gorgeous blue eyes for some extended time myself. » I choke on my own air as he said that and he gave me another smirk before lifting my cup to his mouth, sending me a confident wink while I stared at him, again, mouth agape and eyes wide. « Ugh... » He exclaimed, after tasting my straight black coffee. « Should've known you would be a black coffee guy! Never heard of a caramel latte? »

I smiled sheepishly, feeling almost guilty enough to want to excuse myself that he didn't like my coffee. This was getting more and more ridiculous. I had to bail. I shrug non-commitaly, getting back my coffee without physical contact, even though I wanted to, and started walking toward the metro entrance, waving shyly from behind. I could have swore that I saw some disappointment shine in his beautiful eyes but surely, I had seen wrong. I hadn't walked three steps that he had beamed and was almost yelling back at me.

- « Hey blue eyes! Can't wait to see you tomorrow! Same time, right? » I ducked my head, utterly ashamed. God, this guy had no inhibitions! « I'll let you stare at me some more if you bring me a caramel latte! With lots of whipped cream! » And the metro staircase swallowed me with the sound of his deep laughter ringing in my ears.

Strangely, I had the best of days.

Magnus's pov

After the blue-eyed beauty left, me and the Chairman wandered in different quarters of New York, asking for charity and writing down the information I needed in my notebook. All in all, I gathered a lot of interesting facts and it was funny to be in a different environment at each hour of the day. I was convinced that my results would be amazing. Although, my fleeting heart seemed to be settled down on the beautiful man of this morning. He had been so cute and funny, shy and god, gorgeous... I wasn't suppose to go back to Park Slope before another week, to compile my data, but somehow, when I closed the door to my flat around 8 that night, Chairman trailing docilely behind me, I found that my mind was already set on going back tomorrow. I did say I would this morning... what if he would be waiting for me? I snorted at my silly fantasies.

It was rather stupid to be honest. My work didn't require it and somehow I couldn't care less. I wanted to see that sexy blush again and maybe I would get a name and a number this time. Although homeless people don't usually have any luck with social contacts or flirting with well-behaved, law-abiding citizens. I had learned that much today. But yet again, the only one who had by-passed this non-written rule had been my tall and handsome angel. He was peculiar and odd, nothing usual in his characterization and... I loved that. Even if I wasn't sure if he'd prefer me or Chairman. The little fur ball was a heartbreaker. I chuckled silently at my four-paws friend's antics that was rolling himself unashamedly on the floor beside his food bowl, begging to be fed. Yep, a heartbreaker...

After I fed the Chairman, I stretched my tired legs on my furry pink couch, surrounded by heavy school books all around; on the low mahogany coffee table, on my shining dark wood floor and near my 50''flat-screen TV. I should have closed the black velvet curtains from my bay windows but I was too exhausted to even eat... let's not even bother about curtains. I switched the TV on, not even bothering what was on but just enjoying the background noise. I definitely loved my large and luminous flat but sometimes it felt kind of empty. The open kitchen with the stainless steel fridge and cooking plate, the gray granite counters, red and black cupboards that flown directly into my large living room surrounded by huge ceiling to floor windows were gorgeous but... very quiet. Worst of all, I had my own den, my bedroom connected to my personal bathroom, plus one other guest room with a common bathroom. It was rather ridiculous for a single person if you ask me but my dad had insisted. He wouldn't let his son live like a commoner; he was worth more than that. I scoffed disdainfully at that thought. Money... it got you either stupid, greedy or just a plain asshole. I hated to have money. But it had gotten me the chance to do what I wanted.

That's why I was still studying like crazy at 26 years old even if my dad had offered me a job at his lawyer's firm five years ago. That's why my flat was invaded by bookshelves in almost every free spot even if I no more had the time to read for leisure. And that's probably also why I would be waiting tomorrow morning at 7 o'clock, sitting down on the concrete bench near the Grand Army Plaza metro station, for a delectable blue-eyed angel, that seemed to like cats, to show up. I grinned widely at the Chairman who was laying flat on his stomach near his food bowl... already empty. Damn that cat was a pig! Where did he put all that?

Shaking his head in disbelief, Magnus Bane went back to his books, studying till late that night. Sleep eluded him and a pool of excited nervousness had settled in the pit of his stomach, eagerly waiting for the hours to pass... 7am wouldn't come fast enough.

Now it's up to you all to tell me if you wish to have another chapter ;)