Flames left behind

18{New Yonk}

     This first thing we saw when we got off the Institutes properties was a sign that said, "Welcome to New Yonk."

  What the bloody hell even is New Yonk? Ronin and I spent the next five minutes wheezing breathlessly on the ground, and all the while I somehow managed to keep my dress perfectly clean. 

  We picked ourselves up, and then walked into town. I can't help but think this might be a boring little trip, considering the fact that I've lived in New York for about half of my life now, but Ronin seems to think it's a great experience so why not please the grown man child?

 I will not call him a man. No. 

   We started the morning running around Times Square. When we saw the little ducks prancing around, we started dying of laughter once again. If you know you know. 

   We took a walk into 5th avenue, pointing at every boutique and food cart we saw. Shopping did not interest us at all, and my heart really wasn't into it considering I've already seen these places before, and I reminded that to Ronin. His face fell a little, before he replaced it with a coverup smile. 

  The first place we really hit was Central Park, considering it was the nearest and best place to go at this time of day.

  It was honestly breathtaking. The rest of the city was grey and bricks and monotone and busy, but the colors of the park were a pretty faded green with orange and yellow, fall colors. It was a beautiful contrast to the outside world. 

   At one point when we were walking by, we thought we saw Emrick, and ducked behind a bench, as if that would conceal us. It wasn't really Emrick, and we had a good laugh about our amount and level of stupidity. 

     There was this cute little carriage ride through the trails, so we decided to try that to just rest our feet. The weather was warm, and the breeze kept us cool and smelled of fresh dew mixed with a bit of pine. I take the pine into consideration, considering evergreens were surrounding us. So, we rode for a little bit until the horses got restless and kept throwing us some suspicious glances. I think it was the vampire genes that spooked them. Other than that cute little ride, there was nothing else to do besides make out on a park bench, which Ronin suggested, and I opted out of.

   After that, we walked towards the exit of Centra Park, but passed this cute little place called Strawberry Fields. It was pretty, but we were both too bored to stop and admire it. 

   We then walked back into town, passing by Broadway and debating whether or not to get tickets. 

  "Please. I beg of you," Ronin asked, insincerely. He sounded almost like a robot with that programmed in him to say. 

"Get on your knees and beg then," I retorted.

"No."

 "Then we're not getting a ticket."

"Please. I'll pay."

  "No. I want to go see other wonders than stupid Broadway."

  "Fine, but we're coming back."

"No."

"Deal. It's settled."

   I huffed, and we went back on our little exploration. Am I mad I didn't get him on his knees? Maybe. Wait that sounds bad. I swear. I don't mean it like that. You know what, topic change. I'm really good at that when I want to be.

It was about midday, and we passed so many food carts I started drooling. Metaphorically, of course. Ladies don't drool.

  "You're drooling. Did you want to grab some food?" Ronin asked.