A/N: Thank you everyone for reviewing! Please keep it up! It makes my day! I just got back from vacation and here's the next chapter! Finally some good ole Naley fun! The title of this chapter comes from the song by Gavin DeGraw.

Chapter 4: (Nice to Meet You) Anyway

Haley swept into the Upper East Side building that bore her father's name as she had every morning for the last two weeks. Ever since she and Brooke had moved to New York from Tree Hill, Haley felt like all she was doing was working. Because of all the work that had to be done without her father, Haley was thrust into the upper-level job her first day at the office. As the new co-owner of James-Scott, Haley felt like she had to continue the legacy her father and grandfather had started. However, at twenty-two, she just didn't feel prepared to be in charge already. She was supposed to gain experience for a few years before her father retired and passed on the job to his daughter. Yet, that wasn't the way everything had turned out. With her father's sudden death and her mother's sudden travels, Haley was left alone to start her work for the company.

She had Brooke, luckily. The bouncy, over-energized young woman had been Haley's tether to sanity. Brooke had come through on her promise to find them a "kick-ass party-pad" where, as she so delicately put it, the girls were "so going to get laid." Haley smiled just thinking about her roommate who had not only found said apartment but also spent the last two weeks decorating it to make the girls feel more at home. The spacious two-bedroom was now decorated according to Brooke's tastes, and, in Haley's opinion, looked fantastic. Brooke had also unpacked while her roommate was at work. And so the two girls were all set up in their New York home.

In fact, Haley was actually starting to think of their New York apartment as home. Especially with Brooke there. The latter was right; the girls had never spent more than a week apart since they had met, and Haley couldn't imagine transitioning to life in New York without her best friend. She was so glad Brooke had agreed to come with her to the city. Without her friend, Haley thought, she would have felt even more lost than she did right now.

Everyone at the office was especially welcoming, actually. That wasn't the problem. The problem was that she didn't feel ready to completely take over the job as co-owner of the multi-million dollar company without any training. She felt nervous, and young, and inexperienced.

Caught up in her worry and self-doubt, Haley didn't notice someone coming her way. With her mind somewhere else, Haley was shocked to find herself quickly dragged back into reality when someone slammed into her, causing her to lose her footing and her briefcase. Yet a strong pair of arms shot out to grip her upper arms and caught her before she fell.

"I am so sorry," a deep voice grazed her ears. "I must not have been paying attention." The owner of the voice reached down to pick up her briefcase and handed it back to a shaky Haley.

"No, no," Haley said. "It's my fault. I've been so floopy lately."

The man laughed, tilting his head back to gaze at her with blue eyes that surprised Haley. "Floopy? Now that's a word I haven't heard before."

Haley smiled back. "I live with a cheerleader."

"Well that explains it." He held his hand out, gesturing toward the door. "Ladies first," he said, opening the door to the building and ushering her in before walking into James-Scott himself.

Haley turned and smiled at him as the two made their way to the elevator. "So you work here?" she asked.

"Oh, yeah," he answered. "I feel like that's all I do."

"I know what you mean," Haley replied. She moved to press the button for the top floor. "I've only been here a little while and my life is already consumed by this place."

"Oh, you're new, huh?" he smirked. "Well, maybe we could have lunch together sometime. I can show you the ropes. I mean, I've basically grown up here." The elevator opened, and the two walked out.

"Yeah, that sounds nice. Oh, I'm Haley, by the way," she stuck out her hand to shake the stranger's.

The man smiled. "Nathan. Nathan Scott. I'll see you around, Haley." Nathan walked away from a stunned Haley who barely made it over to her office before collapsing in her desk, stunned.

So she had finally met Nathan Scott. The boy her father held in contempt. The boy whose own father caused her poor dad so much grief he went into an early heart attack. And she had just flirted with him! What was she thinking?

Without thinking, her fingers dialed Brooke's cell phone number. It rang three times before a groggy Brooke answered. "Yey-ho?"

"Was that a word?" Haley giggled, momentarily forgetting about the reason for her call.

"Haley?" Brooke mumbled. "What the hell? What time is it?" There was a pause, followed by a thump and Brooke cursing loudly. "9:06 am? What the HELL?"

"Sorry, Tigger! I guess I didn't realize what time it was. I just, I don't know what just happened…"

"What's up, Buddy?" Brooke was suddenly fully alert, ready for duty.

"Brooke, I met this guy this morning, and, well, we sort of bumped into each other, and it turns out he works here, too-" Haley was cut off by a sharp squealing. "Brooke?"

"A guy? Oh, Hales, this is great! And is he hot?"

"Well, I don't know-yes, but, Brooke-"

"Oh my god, this is such good news! We haven't had a boy in forever!"

"But Brooke, that isn't why I called. It turns out he's Nathan Scott."

"Wait, what? As in Dan Scott's son, Nathan Scott?" Brooke asked. "So you finally met the enemy, huh?"

"Yes, that's what I'm saying! But it was so weird! I mean, I ran into him this morning, like literally ran into him, and he didn't seem like the enemy. He didn't seem like such an asshole-"

"Anyone I know?" someone interrupted. Haley's head shot up to look at the man standing in the doorway of her office. Nathan Scott. Haley glared at him for barging into her office before turning her attention back to Brooke.

"Hey, Brooke, I have to go. Call you back later, okay?" Having received a somewhat satisfactory response from Brooke, Haley hung up her phone to turn her attention on the interloper in the office.

"So you are Haley James," Nathan started. "We meet at last." He eyed her up and down before smirking. "This is going to be fun."

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