lunch, my love?

My cell phone rings; you are crossing over Park Ave. I don my jacket, scarf and hat before whisking out the office door. You stand there, hidden from the servailance camera so they don’t see us embrace, for your hair is freshly cut (i know it is solely for me). We brave the bitter cold wind that blows down 69th and duck into a shop for some sushi. We talk. You hate your new haircut. I am disappointed. But then, we laugh. We move on to some errands, but what’s this? A new chocolate shop! we must stop in for a little taste. One white chololate raspberry praline for me, and a cappucino truffle for you. mmmm…sweet. We reach our destination, Benjamin Moore, to purchase some paint samples. Tonight we have a date: dinner at home and test painting to make our stark apartment feel more like a home.

You are my city love.

-Jane