“We’re from Miami,” the woman adds as I wrap up her purchase.
“Can we do something outside now?” her friend whines. “It’s just, we came to New York and we’ve been inside the whole time.”
I turn away as they continue their conversation, and out the window behind us the sun sets the color of molten gold through the lattice of the trees, and I can feel a chill through the glass as the temperature on the street begins to drop.
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