Remember, I told you

Clubbing Tonight

A/N: Hey Reader! Hope you are doing well. Just wanted to say hello. Stay safe :)

We made our way through the busy streets to Ace's apartment.

Nothing was cheap in New York. Nothing. Even a mini muffin could ring you up to nearly 5 dollars. Apartments and housing was another battle.

We were in Lenox Hill, a part of New York on the edge of the Upper East Side. In this part of town, you were near everything, Central Park was just a few blocks away, the Bethesda and rivers and fountains were just a few of the million things to do and be a part of.

Just a short walk away was the iconic Met, Shakespeare garden, and Belvedere Castle. I posed with one of the statues, grabbing a quick selfie, Ace pulling me along rolling her eyes because she knew I definitely had multiples of that same picture.

"Hurry it up will ya," Ace grunted, as we were pushed through the crowd. " We got things to do, places to be..."

"Chill," I giggled snapping a picture of her as she swatted me away.

We passed some of my favorite food stalls and bakeries, but Ace was unyielding, letting me be baited by the incredible aromas before pulling me back.

But when I saw the hall, I stood steadfast. "What now?" Ace whined.

She followed my gaze to the amber yellow building in front of us. She probably passed it every day, the amaze of it likely work off, but to me, it was still striking.

"Please, please, please Ace!" I pleaded, puppy dog eyes wide.

"You know that look never works on me," she snapped but I pressed on. She stared back at me until she finally seemed to break, "Fine, but five minutes, that's it..." And before she could finish I pulled her up the steep steps of Carnegie Hall.

"You would think after the 10 billionth time in these halls," Ace began as I slowly walked past the statue of chestnut-colored cello, "that you would be over it by now..."

I smiled back as I said, "When you reread your favorite book, do you love it any less?"

"Fair enough," Ace smirked back as I returned to reading the cases.

I made Ace bring me to Carnegie Hall every time I came to New York. I think she thought it was strange how much I loved this institution to classical music when the city was home to such a broad array of music that I love more. I think there was something so epic, as lame as that sounds, about the place that felt like it was indestructible. 

I was admiring the ornate gold detailing of a frame displaying a few pages of sheet music, rounding the corner when I felt myself hit a hard object, causing me to stumble backward, but as I braced myself for a fall, a warm hand steadied my waist.

My eyes shot open as a pair of light brown eyes stared back at me. I coughed a quick "Sorry," stepping back as I got a good look the person I had nearly barreled through.