New York City

As you orbed into existence in some back alley, you can had to catch yourself as you stumbled momentarily. You idly wondered if all forms of teleportation left their users with that feeling of weightlessness, or if it was just orbing.

Regardless, you had arrived in New York City, current city of residence of Phoebe Halliwell, although finding one woman in the entire city seemed like a crap-shoot at best. With that thought in mind, you decided to try using your powers to locate her.

Feeling nothing, you realized that you may not be able to find her with your Whitelighter powers since she wasn't a witch yet, and so tried tapping into your other powers.

Immediately, your brain overflowed with a deluge of information and a splitting migraine took over as you grit your teeth in pain, however the sooner you could learn to focus this power, the better, so you pushed the pain into the back of your mind and tried to focus, narrowing your senses as the information slowly faded away into a hazy darkness, leaving you with a small, but manageable, stream left over as you located her inside her apartment.

Cutting off the flow of information, you started to orb to her apartment, or at least the outside since it would be very strange to have a man you'd never met simply appear in your room, not to mention Phoebe hadn't had any self-defense training yet, which vastly increased the chances of her having some other form of defense such as Mace or pepper spray, and you weren't keen on the idea of being pepper sprayed in the face.

Regardless, you decided to walk, since it would also give you a chance to observe the locale such as restaurants and the various shops you passed. You were tempted to take a stroll through Central park, but decided not to since there would be plenty of time for that later.

It took around twenty minutes to reach Phoebe's apartment complex and another ten to ascend the stairs to locate her apartment since apparently the elevator was out of order and Phoebe had opted for one of the higher floors, not that you could blame her, the skyline was a majestic sight, although there were many better places to see it than from her apartment, judging from a few of the windows you spotted.

Finally locating her apartment, you knocked on the wooden door, waiting a few moments as she heard shuffling inside before the door was cracked open, Phoebe's head just visible through the crack as she looked at you curiously.

"Hello, miss, my name is Leo Wyatt." You introduced yourself.

"Hello, Phoebe. Can I help you?" She replied as you gave a short nod in the affirmative.

"Um yeah, I'm here to..." You trailed off, and realized that in all your sightseeing on the way here, you'd forgotten to establish a cover story as to why you were knocking on the apartment door of a woman whom you'd never met before.