The Secrets to New York

Four | Upstate

It was a Tuesday. We took the subway upstate. I’m not sure why, really. I guess you were just one for adventures.

My sweater was wrapped around me snuggly, but the bitter wind was piercing right through to my skin anyway. You must have noticed, because you took off your warm jacket and wrapped it around my shoulders. That was when we were still just friends, and that one small action made it so hard for me not to look at you differently (even though it was pretty much impossible not too--I think you knew that). I thanked you quietly as we continued walking down the busy street.

Oh, look you said suddenly, pointing at a tiny record store on the corner of the street. Your eyes were bright at the sight of the tiny, run down store. I followed you through the creaky door and a small bell chimed, letting the owner know that we had entered. I remember it smelled musty; I guess it was from its age--everything gets old and tired eventually.

We spent the next two hours looking through old records, laughing together like we had been friends forever.

This one is my favorite you grinned your goofy grin, holding up a Beatles album.

I smiled, knowing that soon enough it would be my favorite too.