This photo is from the time we went to New York in the summer and it rained on us. We went to American Apparel to get the cheapest comfy walking shoes we could find - flip flops - just to be greeted by pouring rain and thunder once we exited. We turned back around to go inside - but of course, the store had just closed.
We ran down the block, giggling like idiots because we were so bad at this new city thing, and chased three cabs before one picked us up. We laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation, both of us with our sopping wet hair, clothes drenched with New York summer rain.
We decided we should eat, so we picked a nice sitting restaurant - Yelp told us it was highly reviewed. The place looked modest from the outside; just a plain grey door planted in the middle of a bland grey wall. But you pulled open the door and we quickly discovered that the inside was anything but grey.
We were kindly seated by the very prim and proper waiting staff, and we looked around at the beautiful decor and our eyes glazed over as we read the gorgeously written descriptions of gourmet selections.
But I looked at you across the table, your white cotton tee still soaked and your hair all disheveled from running down the concrete streets with me. And you looked up from the menu and returned my gaze with that knowing smirk.
"This place is wonderful… for another night."
So we came up with a new game plan. We agreed to just enjoy dessert here and save room for a real dinner. We shared bliss over two spoons and a thirteen dollar bowl of caramel-chocolate-popcorn-ice-cream-sundae by the warm glow of the candlelight, pinky fingers out and everything.
And once we left that pretty place of crystal glass and organic farm fresh free range everything, we ran through the drizzle, down the block to Shake Shack to grab burgers and fries. We headed back to the hotel with our spoils to enjoy them over an episode of Breaking Bad under the warm, plush covers.
We watched with the excitement of five year olds over Christmas morning presents, entranced by the genius of the episode. We barely noticed that sleep was crawling onto our backs and ready to take us down. And then the episode ended. With our limbs already entangled, bodies pressed together, and my cheek resting in the warm, smooth nook of your neck, we drifted off to sleep together.