Amanda dressed quickly for her afternoon jog, donning her grey sweatpants, rolling them up at her small waist, and her black DD sports bra. She was going to have to make today's jog a quick one as she had an early dinner with her boyfriend at five and it was already approaching three already.

It was a long trip to Central Park, especially this time of year with the holiday crowds engulfing the streets. So, she grabbed her shoes, jacket, and a pony-tail holder as she jogged down the stairs of her apartment building and out to hail a cab quickly, as she threw on her light jacket.

As she entered the taxi and slammed the door closed, away from the cold, she gave the driver her destination and pulled her long, thick, honey blonde hair into a pony-tail. She laced up her running shoes, pulled her walkman out of her pocket and tuned it to the first station she found. By the time she pulled to the curb and payed the driver it was nearly 3:30.

She left the car jogging. Making her way to her familliar path around the park, she saw something most unfamilliar. She knew all of the joggers she usually met on the path by name, but this was the first man she'd seen in months that she didn't know. And as she jogged past him, she was amazed at how hot he was and the electricity that seemed to pull her toward him.