Harry stood in the kitchen of the apartment he shared with his best friend, Peter. With Peter out working, the place was quiet. Just him, his coffee, and a half-eaten piece of toast. Another day in New York City.

He leaned against the counter, sipping slowly, the skyline peeking through the window behind him. What else was a handsome, rich, and admittedly spoiled brat supposed to do with a free day like this?

Absolutely nothing.