Oliver Tenpenny
He stowed the pastry box. Hmm. A religious type. He nodded, feeling the lurch of the train through a turn. Beneath the train was the earth the subway tunnels buried. New York was built on a marshland, entombed in concrete and asphalt, its waterways constricted in the serpentine sewer systems further below. He could feel something below him as he rode the train, a main artery of the city that did not flow to its heart.
Oliver let the moment pass and listened to the speeding stillness of the night.
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They walked - briskly, this is New York - upon the train arriving and soon made it to Central Park. Wanting to get off the concrete pathway, into the thick of the park, he motioned Adria over to the grass. "Here!" Gleefully, he took off his sandals as he stepped onto the lawn, the grass already starting to accumulate crisp dew, the damp earth comforting beneath his feet. He had never much been for going barefoot before, but the impulse had just overcome him. It felt... grounding.
No, gross. Too cheesy.
They shortly came to a clearing. Across the park, they could see a few individuals and couples milling around, speaking, though silent at this distance. There was no one within earshot of a normal conversation. They could talk here.
Oliver breathed in deep. The air was fresher here. Even though he could still see skyscrapers, they seemed hazy and far off. Like they were some other world, or maybe a reflection from a city that never existed. The same way that yesterday was starting to seem distant, more like last year than last night. Like a last
life
. In some ways, Oliver felt like a new man.
He turned to Adria. Her eyes - he could now see they were not merely red, but glowing. Could a pair of contacts do that? He wasn't so sure. He remembered she had been drawn to him for some reason, and he looked to her, letting her eyes ask him questions before her lips could.
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