Hello everyone, thank you for the reviews, they mean so much to me! Here is Chapter 2!

One Month Earlier

Toby Cavanaugh is what people would call a passive avoider. He didn't flat out leave unfortunate situations, but he should have a few trophies for his expertise in avoiding ever being in said unfortunate situations ever again. When things get tough, Toby throws himself into anything that could take his mind off it. For instance, when his mother died, and his father remarried a year later during his junior year of high school, Toby built some bookshelves. To be more specific, Toby built over a hundred bookshelves, which he actually ended up donating to his high school library so hey what do you know. And when he was a sophomore in college and his father stopped paying for his education in order to fund his step sister Jenna's, Toby did a lot of school work. So much work that he managed to complete his Bachelor's in Calculus in three years instead of four. And most importantly, when Toby Cavanaugh was informed a few months ago that his father died of cancer even though he never told him he was sick, Toby hopped on a plane to the Big Apple to help his friend Caleb Rivers transform his shabby apartment to HGTV material…and never left. He did however buy a loft above a coffee shop, The Brew, in the city a couple weeks later.

"Caleb, I'm not really that interested in remodeling a Victoria's Secret." Toby groaned as removed his sneakers, throwing them by the front door.

"For the last time, its not a Victoria's Secret." Caleb said annoyed as he walked to Toby's fridge, grabbing two bottles of water and throwing one to Toby while keeping one for himself.

"Hanna and her friend own a lingerie place called Allure and they have been complaining about needing a remodel since last June."

"I have another client out in Pennsylvania, I'm tutoring the high school kids on Thursdays and not to mention my crew and I aren't completely done with your apartment. Hence why you're always here." Toby muttered the last part with an eye roll.

"Do I need to buy you a puppy, let you fall in love with it, then run over it so you can do it?"

Ouch. Sometimes Toby hated how well Caleb knew him.

"I'm trying to help y- "

"I'm buying a muffin from downstairs. Want one?" Toby said as he leaped off the couch choosing to disregard Caleb's comment as he slid his sneakers back on.

Knowing he wouldn't respond, Toby left Caleb to wallow in his pity as he walked out the door.

His system of passive avoidance was his mantra. It was as common to him as knowing the sky was blue or that babies shouldn't drive Corollas. So, when he waltzed down the metal stairs that led to the coffee shop he lived above and saw no one other than the Devil herself, Jenna, standing at the bottom with a sly smirk, he of course turned around and went right back through his door.

"When can I meet them?"

Present Day

Hanna whipped out the keys to the establishment as they neared the door. The light breeze of the day whipping through her loose curls as she inserted it into the door.

"Don't worry Spence, no need to get your cute little panties in a wad, its only 7:56. Plus, he's a really nice guy." She paused as she stepped into the small boutique.

Following behind her, Spencer closed the door and locked it with a silent eyeroll.

Allure was a small and quaint location that had Parisian accents due to Spencer and Hanna's obsession with the city of love. The walls consisted of exposed brick that went from the ceiling to the stone floors, which was something they definitely wanted to change. The lack of natural sunlight forced Hanna and Spencer to hang many beautiful but expensive glass chandeliers. Fairy lights shaped like the Eifel Tower were wrapped around the center of each table throughout the store while porcelain mannequins showcased the business' best products.

Every type of lingerie known to man could be found in Allure. They sold unique designs that arrived straight from the beautiful city of Paris. Hanna and Spencer along with their hired employees knew exactly how to satisfy every customer that walked through their doors. Whether it was suggesting a racy slip to an older woman to bring back the spark into her marriage or helping a soon to be bride pick the perfect garter for her husband to rip off just by looking at a photo of the two. The owners clearly knew how to run a successful business; however, they designed the store together almost two years ago with a small amount of money. Now they recognized it was desperately in need for a change. They still wanted to keep Parisian principles, but a makeover could never hurt now that they had the funds.

Spencer sighed with content as she took another gulp from her coffee that Hanna had thrown into her travel mug while she was getting dressed, thinking about the event that was to occur soon.

"And you're sure that he can tackle a project like this?"

"Spence, he's not just some back-alley architect okay? Toby went through all of our notes and said he would bring in some sample sketches today for us to look at." Hanna said from behind one of the mannequins.

"I know that Hanna, they're not just giving out those degrees on Main Street."

When she found out that the architect that renovated Caleb's apartment decided to rent a loft in the city, Hanna practically begged her boyfriend to ask his good friend from Montecito, Toby Cavanaugh if he could remodel their boutique. Even though Spencer had yet to see the finished product of Caleb's apartment, apparently, he made a good name for himself in California remodeling houses and restaurants after which of course Spencer fact checked as soon as Hanna gave her his business card. However, they weren't some pizza joint that overlooked the Pacific. They were an established clothing store whose appearance mattered just as much as the pure silk camisoles they sold.

"Give him a chance! Plus, I think once you've seen him, you'll want him to do much more than fixing up the store." Hanna added with a wink before walking past her towards the back of the store, presumably gathering paperwork from her office to go over with Toby.

"God, not again Han." Spencer groaned as she thought back to her conversation with Hanna after her first business meeting with Toby.

"Spence! I found the perfect guy for you. Can you believe he's been right in front of me this entire time?" Hanna squealed as she ran into their apartment and stood directly in front of their television.

Spencer, who had been particularly engrossed in a documentary on Russian Czars, threw a green throw pillow from their cream couch at the blonde.

"Move, Han!"

Glancing back and looking at the screen for a couple seconds, Hanna wrinkled her nose and continued.

"His name is Toby Cavanaugh and his ey- "

"Wait, Caleb's Toby Cavanaugh as in our potential architect Toby Cavanaugh?" Spencer interrupted with raised brows.

"Yes!" Hanna exclaimed. "He is so cute! And Caleb told me he's singleeee"

"Han, you already know I'm not interested in dating right now."

"Who says you have to date? Your bed has plen-ty of rolling around space."

Spencer glared hard at Hanna. "What about Allure? You know our most prized possession and not to mention the way we pay our bills."

With a sigh, Hanna told Spencer of her first meeting with the blue-eyed man and their shared vision of remodeling Allure.

"Here's his card, you know in case you want to setup a "business" meeting with him." Hanna air quoted with a smirk as she walked backwards to their open kitchen stumbling on the previously thrown pillow

"Karma's a bitch." Spencer laughed as she turned back to the card and ran the pad of her thumb over the indents. Picking up her laptop off the glass coffee table, she searched his name into Google and clicked on the first link, pretending she wasn't the slightest bit upset that a picture hadn't shown up as well…

A knock at their glass door caused a startled Spencer to look up and into the deep blue eyes of the man that stood on the other side.

Spencer's breath caught in her throat as her eyes raked over the man. His chestnut hair was raked back reaching just below his ears and his baby blue V-neck fit snug over what she could see was well defined pectorals. His face was so well defined that he looked as if he could've been a Greek God sent from the heavens. However, his eyes were what gripped her attention the most. His blue eyes were so electric she felt as if someway and somehow the raging sea were trapped in them demanding to tell their stories. Unconsciously biting her lip, Spencer continued to stare at the man as he stood tall while he readjusted the brown bookbag on his shoulder. He was hot. Like hotter than if Brad Pitt and Jake Gyllenhaal had a baby hot. The stranger cuffed his hands around his eyes and peered in closer to the window, locking eyes with the brunette with a small smile on his lips.

Suddenly realizing that their tinted windows were only so tinted, Spencer quickly rushed to the glass doors while almost tripping over a table leg with a blush creeping its way through her neck onto her ivory cheeks. Unlocking the door and pushing it open, she tried to take a couple quick breaths and let the New York winds cool her down before making a fool of herself in front of the handsome stranger.

"I'm sorry, we're having a delayed opening today. We'll be open at around ten." Spencer said looking up at the man trying to maintain an even tone.

It wasn't odd to her that he was there, a lot of men came into their shop looking for garments that they would kill to see their significant others in. Which is probably why he's here, damn. Well, its for the best, no need to get distracted by Greek God like men anyways.

"Actually," he begun in a deep voice, his voice matching his demeanor and appearance perfectly, "I'm Toby Cavanaugh, the architect that's been meeting with your partner, Hanna Marin."

"You must be Spencer Hastings. Nice to finally meet you." Toby said in a soft tone as his blue eyes looked solely at her mocha ones with his hand outstretched towards her.

Spencer looked up into his eyes again with a closer view and all she could think of was…

Crap.

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