Chapter 35: The Subway

Rory spotted the photographers before they spotted her.

“Over here,” she whispered, grabbing Micah’s arm and pulling him into an alley beside the townhouse.

He plastered himself against the wall beside her, and she became aware of their arms touching, the proximity of their bodies beside each other.

“What is it?” Micah asked.

“Rachel told photographers where we’d be.”

“Of course she did,” Micah said, reaching into his pocket for his phone. “I’ll text Stony, he can be here in less than ten.

Rory couldn’t help but laugh.

“What?” Micah asked her.

“I just can’t imagine what it would be like to have a driver on standby.”

“Isn’t that what uber is?”

“Hah, I can barely afford Uber.”

“So, what, you walk?” he asked.

“Sometimes,” she said, “Or I take public transportation like every other New Yorker.”

Micah leaned his head back against the brick. “I have to tell you a secret.”

“What?”

“I’ve never taken the subway.”