When we walked out of the revolving doors it was raining hard. We couldn’t decide whether or not to catch a cab back up town or to grab something to eat near by. We decided food was the best choice it being early still– around 6pm. We had no idea where anything was since we had only been in town for a week, Midtown still a maze. Across the street was a small Thai restaurant that looked nice, quiet, but mostly, dry. We walked down a couple of small steps to the foyer where we were greeted by a young Asian guy. He seated us at a table near the back next to an area that was covered with a large white sheet.
I couldn’t see into the makeshift room but I could see smoke rising and men laughing. I wondered if it were a gambling or drug ring. Falyn was seated so that she could sneak a peak in when men walked out. But she saw mostly nothing. The mystery excited us in that small restaurant.
The meal was served and eaten. It was prepared well, but I didn’t like it much. We walked back up the small steps into the rain. It hadn’t let up at all since we were seated. We ran over to Fifth Avenue to try and catch a cab back to the Upper West Side, back to the apartment I wished I shared with Falyn. It was taking forever so we walked a block over to get a better chance at a cab. Better luck– we got one before the end of the block.
“73rd and Central Park west, please”, I loved saying that. I felt so New York.
Standing on that corner, I looked back over my shoulder to see where Falyn was. She was standing near looking up at the buildings. At that moment I felt happy, content. I don’t know how to say without being cheesy. But I just wanted to hug her, hug others around me, the city. I loved being in the rain, fishing for a cab. It was a beautiful moment to me.
