Jared realized he was making it all up now. There was no specific thing he wanted to show Shai; he just wanted to see him again. He waited three minutes before his phone buzzed with a fresh text.
SHAI: I’m at 53rd and 5th. You coming?
What? He got off the subway for me? Jared checked his watch. 5:38 P.M. Traffic in midtown would be hellishHe jumped in a taxi going north on 10thAvenue, then texted back—
Be right there!
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After twenty-five blocks in the cab, Jared hopped out on 50thStreet and began running east across midtown Manhattan. Leaping and sprinting, he dodged commuters and shoppers on the sidewalk, ignoring the cacophony of car horns and angry taxi drivers pushing through the tight streets of the city. When he finally reached the corner, his green and purple plaid shirt was untucked, his tie loose and crinkled, and his styled hair now crazy and windblown. Jared could barely breathe after running so hard.