It was late evening when I knocked off from work, I was tired and my feet were swollen. They hurt from all the moving around I had to endure. I worked a twelve hour shift and my pay was as lousy as mash potatoes.

I strolled down the nearly empty streets of Manhattan, strongly wishing I could just fly home instead of having to walk the twenty minute distance. It's hard to catch a cab in this area and the falling sunset was no motivator either. I yawned as I turned around at an approaching cab, stretching my stiff body muscles. I heard them click as I moaned and the sensation slowly closing eyes, before hailing the cab that just so nearly passed me.

It drove passed me but halted profusely, as the driver slammed on the breaks, the tyres squealing and smoke emanating from them.

I stared at it for a while shocked before I snapped out of it, held onto my hand bag, and ran towards the cab.

I was dressed in black Converse sneakers, black plain long sleeved T-shirt and plain black Jeans. The colour code required at the club. Blend in, don't be to out there, says the Manager.

I opened the cab and saw a young man around his mid twenties. He had bronze-golden messy mop of hair, emereled eyes that stirred something within me making me shiver. I felt as if I was naked, as if he could see right into my soul. Was he the devil? Cause he was devilishly handsome, a nice and chiseled jaw to fit his wonderful face, but boy, were he's clothes a mess. I frowned as I looked again confused at what I was seeing. He resembled a hobo, but this hobo was quite handsome. He looked oddly familiar too, as if I'd seen him somewhere before.

"Are you going to oogle all day, or are you going to get in ... Some of us have places to be," he snapped harshly, pulling me away from my intake.

"Why?...what? Y-You're in the Cab already why stop?" I stuttered embarrassingly, blushing as I felt my face heat up, my neck breaking some sweat.

" I'm doing you a favour, its getting late and there's hardly any cabs in this part of town. Get in or walk ..." he spat rudely.

I got in frowning and pouting. Some body got the wrong end of his boat, was it me?

"If I were you I'd brighten up, your clothes aren't helping you much..." I mumbled to myself, holding my bag tightly.

" Stop talking to yourself ... Where are you going?"he frowned at me.

I raised my eyebrows as he's beautiful voice spoke smoothly, and all velvety like at me. This time less rudely and harshley. He's breath smelt like Dark Chocolate with a mixture of Roses so divine I could taste. My mouth watered until I noticed he's hands as I gulped and hastily looked away from him.

"Twenty First South Avenue," I lied, not wanting to tell the truth after what I just saw.

"That's the Police Department, is that were you live?" He frowned even further at me.

"My Dads a cop, I... Well, I need to tell him something, "

I gulped, looking at his hands and the bloody state they were in. They were bruised and beaten. I wondered who's blood was, was that his ... Or someone else's?

"Unless, you don't want to go there ... You can drop me of a block away."

"No, your choice. Better the Police Department then the dark streets," he smiled, seeming amused at my little outburst.

Well, that wipes criminal of the slate. Hopefully.

He told the driver what the destination was and I smiled, knowing I'd see my dad and wed be home in no time.

We turned onto South street the cab pulling up to the department. I sighed not realising I qaa so tense. I opened my purse to pay the cab driver but The Man Hobo put he's bloody hands over mine and I widened my eyes.

"Don't bother, I'll get it," he spoke slowly smirking at me.

"B-but ..." I raised my brows, using my eyes to point at his attire.

"Do not be fooled by my clothes Ms. Swan ... Sometimes people can be deceiving. No go on to the Chief, so he can drive you home,"

Leaving my manners behind, I scrambled for my things as I left the cab, my hands felt as if I had thrown stone hot ash on it. The sensation dying down after the contact with The Man Hobo had left. Somehing waa bothering me... Something The Man Hobo said. I walked up the stairs to the building as I heard a whistle and I turned around.

"I Thank you would have been nice Ms. Isabella Swan," he shouted, and with that the cab drove off.

Leaving me utterly shocked, and scared to the bone.

I hadn't told him my name.

That was what bothered me, he had said my name in the cab while I hadn't said it. He knew me but o didn't know him.

I opened the door and walked, instantly blasted by the smell coffee and donuts. My Dads shift would end in ten minutes today, and another thing The Hobo Man knew was that my father was the Chief of police. Who was that man?

"Hello, Bella. The Brownies you made were to die for, you're such a Darling..." Angela said as she got up to hug me.

I'd made a few Brownies for tgw department. It was like practise for me as I was a part-time culinary student.

"Thanks Angi, you look beautiful today. Love the new haieatlye,

She'd cut it real short and hand stylish wave to it on the side of her face.

" Thank you, my shift only begins after Charles end. Wanna browed the internet with me in the mean time ... Free WIFI," Angi smiles like a five year old girl.

"Sure, why not,"

We sat down atvher desk as the computer restarted.

"Isn't this fro like ... Police use, or you know ... Criminal related hunting etc etc."I blabbered.

" Not many people come this far back, I'm not breaking ant rules or the law for tgat matter ... Besides, my shift hasn't started, I'm not even suppose to be here but I'm here early..."she laughed as she clicked on to google.

One thing I knwq about Angela when she said Browse she meant check out local rich hotties.

... And that's what she did she typed in : local rich hotties.

I smiled shaking my head at my high school buddy and best friends 'Hot Guys' obsession.

"Ooooo... Armani suit, Sexy body, damn im still obsessed with this guy, too bad he never noticed me in high school ... Damn, and those green eyes..."

"Green eyes? What is he a cat?" I laughed looking up at the screen, and gasped at the screen.

It was him ...

The Hobo Man.