It must be at least midnight, but the city still buzzes with life, people weaving through each other, busy as ever. The sharp morning rush and bustle of people zipping to work was gone. It's much more... relaxed at this time.
None the less, everyone is still laced with energy- surging through the city under the maze of the huge contemporary buildings towering overhead.
The blaze of the lights shooting from each building illuminates the night sky with a spark of vitality that only New York can display, making people stare wide- eyed in awe.
I entwine through the late-night strollers with my headphones hanging loosely from my ears.
The beat of the music pulses through me, putting my mind at ease as I bob my head along with the rhythm, allowing myself a small grin at how ridiculous I must look right now.
But I don't care. I let the music consume my mind, focusing only on the beat of my heart, the rhythm beating in sync with the music...
I can't think about it. I WONT think about it.
The thought of the phone call I've just made has left me with nothing but adrenaline pumping through me.
I have half an hour. Half an hour to get to her.
At last I reach Madison square, stopping in the middle of the street, trying my best not to get swept up in the tide of moving bodies as I pause to remove my headphones, taking a breath.
I do that often- take a minute to myself in the depths of the whizz of city life, although sometimes I fail and end up getting shoved- more than once.
But not this time. Right now, I tilt my head up, gazing at the building before me: Madison Avenue.
God, it's... stunning!
I suck in my breath in as I drink it all in- the glow of the lights shining through the full size windows of every floor, adding splashes of joy and warmth to the all too intimidating size.
The whole building stands high, reaching up to the deepened shades of darkness in the night sky, surrounded with the sprinkle of stars- making its bold mark in the huddle of rival buildings of manhattan.
The building itself is nothing but boring offices, stacks and stacks of floors wasted on the likes of miserable employees stabbing at a keyboard from 9 till 5
But with the beauty of it all amongst the endless tower of glossed windows makes it look like so much more...
Such a same.
I pull the hood of my jumper over my head before shoving the double doors open, making my way through the lobby.
For a split second, I'm phased by the amount of people that stare at me as I walk though the doors. They're all posh, middle aged business people in expensive clothes...
That's probably why I'm sticking out like a sore thumb in my old jeans and grey hoodie.
I shake it off, ignoring the looks as I keep my head down, approaching the woman at the desk.
Just like everything else in here, the woman at the desk is annoyingly pristine. Even her messy blonde bun looks perfect.
"Hello! Welcome to Madison Avenue, what can I help you with today?" she gives me an overly toothy smile that I try (and fail) to reciprocate-I settle with a small grin.
