The night sky was covered in stars, no clouds insight. Making the young girl in the field smile softly to herself as she watched a shooting star cross in front of her. She made a wish on that star that night, the same wish she made every night she saw a shooting star. That her father would come find her. He didn't know that she even existed, her mother never told him that she was pregnant with her. Pulling up her wavy dark brown hair into a messy bun, she wiped the tears that were falling from her cheeks. She was going to be turning 22 shortly and soon she would be graduating from college. Her mother died after giving birth and she was hoped around from foster home to foster home. The only thing she had about her mother was the blanket she made when she found out that she was pregnant with her. All she wanted was her blood family. She had no grandparents or aunts and uncles. She was by herself with no family to fall back on.

Once she was 18, she went straight to college and lived on campus through out the whole year. Never wanting to have to go back at any foster homes. She supported herself by working multiple job. She was a math tutor and worked at the local coffee shop. Where she discovered her love for different kinds coffee beans. All the many blends you could make and the smell was heaven on earth.

Blair Riley graduated from University of Nebraska with business bachelor degree and was moving to New York City with her best friend Kara Zimbleman. Kara was her roommate all throughout their four years of college. She was the first person Blair met that didn't treat her like she was different. Both were in the foster care system growing up and they finally met someone who they belonged with. Now the two do everything together. When Kara told Blair that she wanted to move to New York to start new in a place neither have ever been before. Kara was a fashion designer and wanted to move to a bigger city where she had more chances. She knew she needed to start from the bottom and work her way to the top and she couldn't wait.

Blair on the other hand, didn't know what she wanted to do with her life. She picked business because she liked math and was strangely good and enjoyed accounting. And she and Kara always thought about starting their own business. So one of them needed to know how to take care of the behind the scenes. Blair figured she would be able to find a company for her to work at, as there was no way she wasn't able to find something. Kara was the much more organized one then Blair could ever wish she was. Kara had an internship lined up already that paid barely anything but was enough to afford the apartment that she and Blair found. Blair on the other hand had plenty of interviews lined up at different accounting firms where she could wow them with her abilities. If all else failed Blair would work at a coffee shop and hope to make enough to help pay for rent.

"Blair!" Kara yelled from the other side of their small Lincoln, Nebraska apartment. "I can't find my converse!"

"That's because they are on my feet!" Blair replied as she looked down at the black worn out converse. "And they are mine!"

"Oh right." Kara said as she came into their now empty living room. Everything they owned was now in boxes in the back of their Chevy Cruze. When Kara turned 21 her trust fund from her parents kicked in. Her parents both passed away when Kara was only 6 years old and they left her everything they could to their only daughter. They were both in the army. Her dad a soldier and her mom a doctor. Both died an honorable death when fighting for their country. Kara was proud of her parents even though she would never get a chance to see them again. Her parents put there pensions into Kara's name once she was born, just in case something was to happen to them. Making sure it kicked in once she was a senior in college. It helped pay off her school loans and then some. Getting the car was a decision both she and Blair made together. Blair had very little money from her mom and she saved as much as she could. Working multiple jobs in high school and in college.

Taking one finally good look around the apartment they had for the last two years of college, Blair took a deep breath. "Lets go, we have a long drive in front of us."

During the 19 hour drive, Blair and Kara took turns driving and sleeping. They started driving at 3 o'clock in the afternoon so they would able to make it to New York at 11 o'clock in the morning the next day. Giving the two plenty of time to sign their lease and get their keys before moving in to their new Upper East Side apartment. It was a small loft that they were able to use a sliding metal door to make up their rooms. It was all they could afford and the two loved it. They felt like they were in a New York movie ready to figure out the rest of their lives. They were out of the corn fields of Nebraska and in the hustle and bustle of the city.

Moving in was easy. It was what took case after that, starting their new lives in their new city. Kara was already enjoying her new internship at New York and Company. Even if she was just running around to get coffee and bagels for the designers. She knew her time would come, she just had to put in her time. While Blair was not enjoying the interview process for getting a job at an accounting firm. After two weeks of searching and getting rejected, Blair applied to work at a coffee shop a few blocks away from their apartment. Getting the job right on the spot as the couple who owned it was desperate for help. And a couple blocks away from the newly re-built Avenger Tower, which Blair thought was the coolest building in New York. It was the different then the rest of the tall buildings. You could tell it showed Tony Stark's personality.

Blair was working on the books for the coffee shop, enjoying a hot cup of coffee, during their slow part of the day. Right after the morning rush. When she got hired her boss Meg Vaughn, the owner of Espresso, found out that Blair loved to do accounting she was in charge of the books. Which the older women was more then happy to give away.

"You are the best employee I could have ever asked for." Meg said pushing away her short light brown hair out of her face. Meg was the best boss Blair could have ever asked for. Her personality was bubbly and there was always a smile on her face. She was in her early forties and has been married for 20 years. Her husband Luke was also a beat up guy never dropping the smile that was on his face. They also had a son that was a couple years younger then Blair that she said she would set her up with, but she would be too good for him. "I never have to touch those ridiculous books every again."

"They aren't ridiculous. They are just complicated." Blair laughed before taking a sip of her coffee. "This is a good blend, not too strong but not too weak either."

"Well start pushing it then." Hearing the bell on the door ring, Meg nodded her head towards the younger girl. "You're up. Go sell some coffee, get your mind off of math. Flirt with a cute guy."

Shaking her head at the older women, she closed the accounting book and walked up to the counter. "Hi how can I help you?" Looking up she saw a handsome blonde male staring at her. He was wearing a brown leather jacket with a blue plaid shirt underneath.

"Um can I have a cup of black coffee?" He asked after standing in a minute of silence.

Nodding her head, she filled up a cup of the new blend she just had. "Tell me how you like it. New blend."

"Thank you and keep the change." He said handing her a 20 dollar bill. A cup of black coffee was only 2 dollars. He took a sip before he walked out of the door. "I like it."

"Good um thank you." Blair said as she pocketed the tip money. She was the only barista on staff at the moment and got to keep all the tips.

This happened once every day for the past two weeks. He would come in ask for a cup of coffee and hand her a 20, then leave. Until one day he walked in with a determined look on his face.

"You okay?" Blair asked as she handed him his daily cup of coffee.

Nodding his head, he took a deep breath. "I'm Steve. I've been coming in for two weeks and realized I haven't told you my name."

"It's nice to meet you Steve." Blair smiled at the man, tapping her name tag. "I'm Blair."

"Well its nice to meet you Blair." Steve said with a small smile tugging on his lips. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

"I'll be here." She called out before Steve walked out the door. He turned towards the brunette and winked before he completely walked out of the cafe.

The next morning Blair was running late for work, waking up an hour later then she normally would. Her hair was a mess and she didn't get a chance to put any makeup on. Usually Blair wasn't the kind of girl who would care what her appearance looked like but if she had to see Steve, she wanted to look her best. Kara said it was because she had a crush on the guy. And Blair couldn't help but agree. She may not know much about him, but he was surly not hard to look at.

"Sorry I'm late." Blair said as she ran into the cafe, the morning rush had just finished and she could tell Meg and Jackie, her coworker that only works in the morning, were dead tired and needed coffee themselves.

"But you are just in time for your daily costumer." Jackie said with a slight smirk on her face, as she watched Steve cross the street to get to the cafe. And it was also entertaining to watch Blair hurried to get her apron on. Throwing her hair into a pony tail hoping that it didn't look like a complete mess, she watched Steve walk into the cafe.

"Blair, hi." Steve said pulling out the money. "One coffee please."

"Sure thing Steve." Blair turned around trying not to make eye contact with Steve. She didn't want him to see her like this. A mess. No man wanted a mess like her. A broke, parentless, mess. "Oh and put the money away. Its on me this time." She said turning back around.

"No Blair. I can pay." Steve said basically throwing the money at the brunette. Finally he was defeated when she wouldn't accept the money and even her boss saying that he wasn't allowed to pay for it this time. "At least let me make this up to you."

"Steve its just a cup of coffee." Blair said with a smile on her face.

Shaking his head, Steve couldn't help but get distracted by her natural beauty. Her lips were plump and pink, her brown eyes were almost like a deep chocolate color. This was the first time he didn't see her with her wavy brown hair down, but pulled up into a high pony tail showing off her slim neck. Taking a deep breath, he made eye contact with the women in front of him. "Let me take you out on a date."

"What? Really?" Blair was shocked that he would ask her such a thing. There was no way a man like him would ever want to be with a girl like her. She may have a crush on the guy, but it was supposed to be a crush that didn't go noticed. Like a celebrity crush, without all the posters on the walls.

Nodding his head with a smile on his lips. "Yes really. What do you say? Will you go on a date with me?"

"Um yeah I would love too." The nervous brunette said softly.

"Good. Where do you live so I can pick you up?" Steve asked smiling brightly as she wrote down her address and number on a coffee sleeve. "Does Saturday work for you? I'll pick you up at 7."

"Yeah Saturday sounds great. I'll see you then I guess." Blair said as she began thinking of outfits in her closet for her first New York date. Luckily she had a fashion intern as a roommate who could make her something if all else fails.

Rushing home after her shift, Blair found Kara sitting on their cream colored couch that they got from one of Kara's coworkers. Her coworker got married and he and his husband wanted all new furniture for their new life together. Which Kara took advantage of and took everything they could to furnish their living room. Now all they had to do was the kitchen and they would have a complete new house.

"I have a date with Steve tomorrow night." Blair said falling onto the couch, her head resting into her best friend's lap. "What am I supposed to wear?"

"To the closets!" Kara said getting up and running into her bedroom, Blair could hear the rustle of her clothes getting thrown on to the bed. "Get your butt up missy and pull out all your clothes. You have to look good for your first New York date."