Chapter 157: Pizza

Although he knew that New York is supposed to be the ‘city that doesn’t sleep,’ Hunter was mildly surprised that the sidewalks were nearly as busy at eight o’clock at night as they had been in the afternoon. After they’d dressed in Poppy’s loft bedroom, they’d left the apartment heading in the same direction from which Poppy had come after work.

Hunter was just as glad they didn’t run into Roxy on their way out. While the man had been nice enough, Hunter couldn’t shake the feeling that the drag queen had been more than ready and willing to kick his ass. But according to Poppy, at that time of the evening, Roxy’s workday was just beginning.

A few blocks from the apartment, Poppy waved toward the front window of a trendy-looking coffee shop. The door was propped open in the cool fall evening, and the place seemed busy. An acoustic guitar duo occupied stools on a tiny stage in the corner and music filtered out onto the sidewalk. “This is where I work,” she told him.