This chapter provides more insight into Toby so its from his pov. I'll probably alternative back and forth I don't yet. Anyways, enjoy chapter 3!

"Caleb, I'm going to leave you." Toby yelled as he placed his idea sketches in a manila folder before placing them neatly in his bookbag that resided by the front door.

"I'm coming, Dad." He replied as he exited the bathroom and made his way to the door as well.

"You need to settle down and get married if you're going to insist on playing parent."

Toby snorted as he thought of the chances of that actually happening. He was so engrossed with work and other activities all the time that he rarely had time to even go on a date. He had needs just like every other human but those he could satisfy by picking up available women at the bar with friends which was way easier than actually finding the one. The chances of him finding the supposed "love of his life" was about as slim as the chances of Caleb's old Aunt Bertha not hitting on Toby at every Thanksgiving dinner. None.

"Whatever man, let's go."

Toby was going to meet with Hanna and her business partner, Spencer Hastings to go over potential remodels for Allure. He had only been meeting with Hanna due to Spencer's schooling and today was the day that they would all meet to choose and finalize the remodeling plan. Toby had never met Spencer but according to Caleb she was one of the best friends he's ever had, having known her since they met in high school.

Caleb was tagging along too due to the owners being his girlfriend and his other best friend.

Heading out the doors of The Brew and onto the busy streets of New York, there was a light breeze that made its way through his semi-long hair as he and Caleb walked the couple blocks to the store. Like a boy in a candy shop, Toby's eyes held a childlike wonder as he soaked in the many sights New York City had to offer. Despite moving to the city almost two months ago, he remained in awe as he admired the towering sky scrapers and the bustling amount of people quickly making their way through the streets even this early in the morning. California was different from New York, Toby observed. More laid back and definitely warmer. But he decided he would much rather the busy city filled with countless opportunities for the people it held than the flashy lifestyles showcased in Montecito.

As he walked on the crosswalk with Caleb rambling in his ear, Toby thought back to how he ended up on his way to remodeling Allure.

A Month Earlier

"When can I meet them?" Caleb heard Toby ask he reentered his apartment after exiting just a few moments before.

Looking up at the blue-eyed man from his place on the couch, Caleb saw Toby's panicked expression. His face twisted into an obvious uncomfortable look and his chest rising and falling as fast as his hands were shaking. He hadn't seen Jenna since the night of his father's funeral, the day before he left for California. Before the funeral, he hadn't seen her in almost four years due to the fact that she landed a job as a photographer in Sacramento while he decided to stay in a small apartment just outside Montecito.

"Toby?"

Quickly turning around and locking the door, Toby leaned his forehead against the wooden door as his fingers rested on the cool, metal lock.

"There's no way in hell.." he muttered to himself. "No way. There's no way. No w-"

"Toby!" Caleb exclaimed with more force behind his voice, his friend beginning to worry him.

"Jenna's downstairs."

Caleb's breath caught in his throat as he heard Toby's whisper.

"W-What? Are you sure it was her? I thought she was in Sacramento. Maybe it wa- "

"Jenna is downstairs!" Toby yelled as he whipped around facing Caleb.

Caleb stared at Toby in shock. Partly because he'd never heard his voice hold so much anger. Even when Caleb accidently ran over his foot last summer causing him to break a couple toes. And partially because of the fact that Jenna was in New York and more importantly right below Toby's place of residence. After Toby left California, Caleb knew for a fact that he hadn't given Jenna a stationary card with his new address and a kiss on the cheek bidding a farewell. The bitch was psychotic and manipulative and was a great source of Toby's unhappiness after his father got remarried. She had without a doubt ruined his teenage years with her extremely forward advances and false lies. And the fact that Jenna and Toby weren't on two separate sides of the country angered him deeply.

Briskly walking towards the door, Caleb gripped the doorknob and looked at the young man with the moisture building at the bottom of his blue eyes. He didn't look like the grown man who was fresh out of graduate school with many achievements under his belt. He looked like the sad and vulnerable boy he first saw tinkering with a busted motorcycle on his porch in Montecito all those summers ago.

"I'll be right back."

Toby slightly nodded as he ran a tremored hand through his brown hair.

Opening the door, Caleb quickly walked down the black, metal stairs leading to The Brew with wild eyes searching for the raven-haired woman.

Finally spotting her at a nearby table looking down at her phone with a steaming mug in front of her, he walked over with increased anger in each step.

"What the hell are you doing here, Jenna?" He all but screeched as she looked up at him with her taunting green eyes and signature smirk.

"I heard the coffee here is the best in all the city." She replied simply as she slipped her phone into her auburn purse.

"So, the infamous childhood best friends, Toby and Caleb taking the "Big Apple" by storm. I'm sure there's a sitcom in there somewhere." She whispered teasingly as if they shared a special secret.

"Cut the crap," Caleb spat venomously. "You know, it takes a truly crazy person to come all the way here for someone who can't even stand to be in the same room as you." Caleb: 1, Jenna: 0

Jenna recoiled as if what she just heard was something new to her. She was like that, always playing the freaking victim. Standing up, she walked over until she was face to face with Caleb.

Pulling a cream envelope out of her purse, she placed it onto to the table and spoke.

"Give that to him when you're done being his personal bodyguard. And let him know… I send my love." Gross. Caleb: 1, Jenna:1

"Don't let the door hit your crazy ass on the way out." Caleb said pointing towards the exit. Ouch. Caleb: 2, Jenna:1

With that she turned towards the doors of the coffee shop and began walking away.

"How long are you gonna be here Jenna?" Caleb spoke just before she made it to the doors, hoping she heard him over the chatter in shop.

"As long as I want." She replied with a hair flip and a taunting and knowing smile, putting on a pair of black sunglasses and walking out the doors.

Jenna:10000

Walking back towards the loft, grabbing the envelope as he walked by, Caleb tried to control his anger as he went up the stairs, so he wouldn't worry Toby.

When he walked in, Toby was sitting on his couch with his head in hands. He looked up at Caleb as he neared the couch.

"She left. The Brew, but I'm not sure she's leaving the city anytime soon." He said bluntly as he placed the envelope, she left for Toby on the coffee table in front of him.

"What's this?" Toby questioned as he not so subtlety wiped the tears from his eyes.

"I don't know, she wanted you to have it."

Quickly grabbing it, Toby angrily threw the envelope in frustration. It didn't go very far since it was in fact a thin piece of paper, and they both stared at it as it fell slowly just a couple inches past the table.

"Listen Tob-"

"I don't want to talk about it."

Deciding not to push it, Caleb plopped down onto the adjacent couch with a sigh.

"I'll help Hanna and her friend remodel their place." Toby said after a few moments of silence.

"You don't have to. I think the arrival of the she devil is more important."

"I want to. I'm going to. When can we meet?" Toby asked as he looked from the envelope to Caleb.

"I'm gonna go grab a sandwich from Tony's since I didn't eat this morning, Dad. Want anything?" Caleb said as they neared the store. Why Caleb continued to go batshit crazy over their food was beyond Toby. When Toby first came to New York, Caleb brought him there and all went well for the time being. Until of course, a rat the size of his baby cousin, Aiden, scampered across his feet. With a gag and a half of mind to get his stomach pumped, Toby left and never looked back.

"Nope."

"You're loss." Caleb muttered as he walked past Allure to the corner and into Tony's.

With an eyeroll, Toby walked towards the shop, and attempted to pull on the handle but frowned when he realized the door was locked. The store was probably closed since he would be meeting with the girls that morning he concluded.

Knocking and pulling his bag closer onto him, Toby leaned in closer to see into the store, his eyes searched around trying to find Hanna or even Spencer despite not knowing what she looked like at all. He didn't know the difference between her and Aunt Bertha he thought as he looked around.

Panties, Bras, Strappy Thingies

His eyes came to halt when he noticed a brunette leaning against a display table staring directly back at him. Toby smiled and tried to push down the awkwardness that was taking place as they looked at one another through the glass. Besides the fact that it had been about thirty seconds of staring, Toby didn't mind as his eyes admired the beautiful woman on the other side of the glass. Her long legs were showcased as she wore a navy-blue dress with a skinny brown belt that wrapped around her slim waist. Her long brown locks cascaded past her shoulders as they framed her fair skinned face. Damn. She was breathtaking. The woman was uniquely beautiful with her deep, chocolate eyes and dimpled chin. Toby had seen a lot of pretty women but calling the stranger just pretty, would have been the understatement of the century. She seemed to snap out of whatever was holding her mind captive as she rushed over to the door as he took a couple steps back, so she could open it.

"I'm sorry, we're having a delayed opening today. We'll be open at around ten." Even the rasp in her voice was sexy as hell. Wait, did she just say "we"?

"Of course." Toby thought to himself.

"Actually, 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." He smiled down at her and looked into her deep brown eyes he was beginning to get lost in.

One thing's for sure, she sure as hell wasn't Aunt Bertha.

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