A complex affair: A tale of two brothers and one superb lady.

The scorching sun beat down, making the pavement shimmer like a river of heat. Even the trees seem to be panting in the sultry breeze and just like every other Monday, workers, students, people sprinted down and up Wall Street.

It was just like every other Monday but something about this one felt quite different.

This feeling seemed familiar, this was the feeling she had the day she met her ex-boyfriend, Chad, but unfortunately their relationship ended up in a tragic way.

Blair hadn't still recovered from the break-up she had with Chad, because she'd grown to love him more than herself and that love soon turned into obsession which led their relationship to tragedy.

This feeling Blair had scared her a bit as the last time she had this feeling, she met Chad.

While thinking about what this feeling meant, Blair wasn't concentrating on the path she was strolling through and in a busy-bee street like Wall Street, she could bump into anyone.

But that didn't bother Blair because she became lost in her thoughts like a 6 year old child trying to find her way around Iran mall without a guide.

Blair kept walking while lost in her thoughts not minding what was going on around her when suddenly Blair ran into a really hard figure that seemed like a brick, the force she ran into had hit her so hard that she found herself on the floor, looking like an idiot.

Blair thought she'd probably been so shaped around her thoughts that she didn't see a wall in front of her, Blair looked up and instead of finding a wall like she'd expected, she found a really tall, substantial, fanciful, spunky figure staring right down at her.

The figure stretched out his right hand with a broad smile on his face, the manner he used in stretching out his hand seemed really pleasant to Blair. Without hesitating, Blair grabbed that hand with the little strength she had in her and as she expected the strong, muscular arm pulled her up.

She stood and then looked at the figure's face and oh-my, he's hot, Blair said to herself not daring to say a word after the awkward moment she had on the floor.

This tall figure broke the silence as he said; you are really one clumsy little thing, and that's cute, I'd like to know you and know how delightfully clumsy you can get around me, what's your name?

Did he just call me cute?

That accent, is he from UK?

He's so nicely dressed, way out of my league, does he really want to know me?

He finds my stupidity cute?

Is he the reason why I had that feeling?

These thoughts raced through Blair's mind and without noticing, her lips began to vibrate, this tall figure noticed it and then smiled at her before asking; Do you really get this nervous whenever you meet a really spunky figure like myself?

Oh, that accent had Blair drooling over him and all she could think about was how to escape this wierd moment without making a fool of herself.

Then suddenly, Blair found her lips moving as she mumbled; I'm really so-rr-y, I did-n't see you co-mi-ng. Blair began shaking in nervousness as she wondered when she became a stammerer, she was about to get in that deep thought that landed her in this position when she was yanked off those thoughts by the figure's voice.

Blair didn't exactly hear what the voice said but it did sound like a demand so Blair just assumed that he wanted her to get out of his arm and out of his sight, after having this assumption.

Blair decided to run away like she did from every of her problems because it made her feel better.

Blair ran away like she was being chased by a pack of wolves and refused to stop even though she heard the figure's voice yelling for her to stop.

Blair ran and ran and ran till she ran out of breath so she paused when she was sure she was far away from that handsome stranger.

She started thinking about the little moment she had with that good looking figure, and then she scolded herself for running away like a little bitch.

She started getting lost in her thoughts again when she remembered that her mom is frantically waiting for her to get back with the drugs and she looked at her arms and realized that she must have dropped it when she fell down and that must have been the reason why the handsome stranger with the Britain accent was calling out on her.

Blair asked herself again; Do I always have to be this stupidly unlucky?