Bond Girl. Erin Duffy
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Название: Bond Girl
Автор: Erin Duffy
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Зарубежный юмор
isbn: 9780007463145
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“You go put some tunes on. I’ll get us another round of beers.”
He elbowed my side to nudge me toward the jukebox. I was giddy. This was not good. I’d only met this guy a few months ago, and we had only interacted briefly in the office. I barely knew him, and I was already a smitten kitten.
I returned as the bartender slid two more Blue Moons in front of us. We chatted easily and, before I knew it, it was midnight, and we were both pretty buzzed. I still wasn’t sure exactly what we were doing, but I knew I was a happy girl. We stepped outside and walked south, toward my apartment. The air was cooler, and I wished I had brought a coat with me instead of banking on the unseasonably warm temperatures continuing once the sun went down. It was freaking November. Who goes out without a coat? I crossed my arms in front of my chest and shivered.
“You’re cold. I was going to walk you home, but why don’t you just get a cab here?”
I hadn’t realized he was planning on walking me home. Good- looking and a gentleman—not a bad combination.
“Thanks for the beers, this was fun,” I said as I pushed a lock of hair behind my ear.
“It was. So I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“I’ll be there, bright and early.”
“You know, we should do this again soon.”
“I’d like that.”
“Great. It was nice hanging out with you tonight, Alex.”
“Yeah, you too.”
He closed the cab door behind me and turned to walk uptown.
Five
Bonus Season
I DON’T CARE what anyone says: there’s no place in the world better than New York City at Christmas. When we were little, my parents used to bring Cat and me to the city to see the Rockettes at Radio City Music Hall, the tree in Rockefeller Center, and the fantastic window displays on Fifth Avenue. Bundled up in our toggle coats, we’d walk from the tree at Forty-Ninth Street up to FAO Schwarz at Fifty-Eighth Street. Vendors peddled chestnuts and soft pretzels, and at night the Empire State Building was lit up in red and green. People like to say that Christmas is really a holiday for children but, as an adult, I still love it every bit as much as I did when I was a kid. I love the smells, the colors, even the crowds in the department stores. I love the garlands and wreaths and twinkling lights covering the trees that line the median down Park Avenue. December is a month of sensory overload in New York, and there’s nothing like it anywhere else on earth.
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