The New Yorker

Ugh. The brisk New York wind is so strong. Its messing up my hair. Big time.

Yup. I'm that girl. The one who spends too much time on her hair even though it always looks the same to everyone else. The girl who tries so hard to be noticed, but blends in with everyone else in the bustling city. Ouch. Watch it buddy.

A tall man with chestnut brown hair, perfectly pointed up in a quiff I might add, bumps into me with a startling force. His sudden gesture knocks me out of my day dreams of writing a headliner article and right back into reality. Right. I'm in central park. Doing what again? And why do I smell coffee. I don't remember picking any up this morning....

"Sorry! I swear I didn't see you there! I don't have any napkins...Oh geez! That was a nice coat too..." the man speaks. His voice is almost relaxing, even with his urgent, apologetic tone it seems to sooth me. I look down at the cream colored coat I bought last week on the sale rack at me favorite little boutique, Bobbles & Lace. I had been eyeing this coat for months. And now its ruined.

"Its fine." I say through gritted teeth. Its not fine though. Seriously could this day get any worse. First I find out that my parents are separating, then my favorite spot in central part is being remodeled- MY bench and tree are already gone, no notice, nothing- I am going to be late for my interview at my dream job, and now this. Just dandy.

"I really am sorry! I wasn't paying attention and..." My mind trails off topic while the man keeps talking. This is the nicest New Yorker I have ever met. Most would have barely noticed they spilled their coffee and already have been on their way. Like usual, never giving me a second glance. "...I can give you money to get it dry-cleaned. Or money for a coffee. I'm sorry." He says as he reached inside it black coat pocket. He is wearing a wool trenchish-like coat. Preppier than the average man his age that I usually see. Looks like a college kid.

His hands dig around in the inside, a look of panic and horror slowly showing in his eyes. "I...I think I lost my wallet" He says as his eyes frantically dart around behind me, searching the ground. 

"Its fine. Really." I say for the second time. I look down at my coat. I really could use that dry-cleaning money though. Just as I think that, I spot a large, black, leather wallet right at the toe of my brown riding boots. How did neither of us see that. I bend down to grab it, the stiffness of my cold jeans leaving me uncomfortable as I pick up the wallet. An ID badge falls out of the loaded wallet and onto the cobblestone walkway.

                                 Henry J. Peterson: Intern

                           817 Henders Street. Floor 6

                             T & E Law Firm

Lawyer? Sure didn't peg him for one of them. Then again my judgment has never been that great. I Pick up the badge as quickly as possibly and shove both wallet and ID into Henry's hand. I should say the man's hands seeing how he hasn't introduced himself yet.

"This it?" I say, relief taking over "the man's" face.

"Yes! Wow, now I really feel bad. Finding my wallet and I spilt coffee on you." His voice really is relaxing.

"Its ok!" I say for what will be now the fourth time, and try to walk around him. I'm already late to an interview and this is only going to make it worse if I show up any later.

"Wait! I never gave you any money! At least let me pay for a cab or something?" He must be new here in New York or something. Now his niceness is just weird.

He actually was really good looking I think as I pretend not to hear him and continue to walk away. His brown  hair- it didn't look gelled into the quiff, he probably blow dried it. Impressive.- and his huge crystal blue eyes surrounded by long gentle looking eyelashes. His teeth were perfectly white and straight and his smile was one that would look great on a front page. I bet he has a story worth telling.

I feel kinda bad for barely acknowledging him. I mean, he was just trying to be help me. Whatever, places to go people to meet....with a stain on my coat.

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To the right is a picture of how I envision Avery! (That's her name, as you will find out if you keep reading!!) If you enjoyed votes and comments would be great! If you hated it, comment and let me know what to change!! Love you lots and thanks for reading!