Believing lies

chapter 8

"How come our creative days out you always have food involved?" I joke with him "not that I mind, I love food."

He laughs as we move away from the current stand we were at, "I know you do, that's why I plan it around. Come on," he says and makes me turn to him, holding out the one half of the grilled cheese.

"You'd better live up to this grilled cheese hype River," I say and he rolls his eyes holding it out to me. I lean forward and bite into it. I cover my mouth chewing as he pulls away.

"And?" He asks tilting his head.

"You win," I nod and he smiles handing me the rest of my half.

"You said Mrs. Cook use to bring you and the twins to Chelsea Market?" I ask as we move away from some people. He nods.

"She's the reason Monroe is such a good cook, Stanley and I could never, we didn't have patience," he chuckles and I smile. Currently, the two of us were indulging our stomachs on a food tour at Chelsea Market,"

"I use to come here with my dad actually, just a few times, not as many as you." I point out as he hands me a napkin.

"Wouldn't it be weird if we passed each other?" He muses. I crinkle my nose.

"Very, but then again the world is a lot smaller than we know," I tell him as he throws our garbage out from the grilled cheese. I watch as he checks his watch.

"Alright, we are going for the second half," He announces and interlocks our hands together, pulling me forward gently.

"Do you always have a second half to your plans?" I ask as he pushes on the doors, allowing me to exit first, he swiftly pulls out his phone and I see him order an Uber,

"I do, we're still going," he muses, "and plus, it's literally called the city that never sleeps so," he shrugs before typing away with one hand and sliding it back into his pocket.

"Wanna give me a hint?" He asks pushing us down the sidewalk a bit, away from the door.

"Are you afraid of heights?" He asks leaning on the brick wall and wrapping his arm around me, pulling me in between his legs, lord have mercy.

"No, why?" I question. He shrugs.

"Well, it deals with heights and the fact you'll get good pictures and videos out of it." He muses.

"The Empire State Building isn't your kind of planning," I say confused.

He laughs, "it's not that," he says as his arm tightens around me and I place my hands on his chest.

"Well, I honestly have no idea," I furrow my eyebrow at him.

"Good, that's the point beauty," he smiles before leaning forward and kissing me. I hum into the kiss and raise my hands to his shoulders. Celeste was right, I had missed him that week he went for Portland. And I knew it was a bad thing.

I pull away breathlessly, my thoughts getting the better of me, "you okay?" He asks, straightening his back against the wall.

"Yeah sorry," I smile assuringly at him, he nods slowly, and his phone dings, signaling our uber.

Almost an hour and a half later I was standing in front of a helicopter and being strapped insider it, "so this is what you meant by heights huh?" I yell to River over the loud noise. He nods.

"You've never been on the helicopter tour before right?"

"No, I haven't," I confirm, "have you?" I yell to him.

"Once," River says lowering his voice a bit now, "when I graduating college, a few of my buddies and I got drunk and ended up here. We had our I'm the king of the world moment then," he laughs thinking about the memory. I smile as he interlocks our hands together.