[ He pulls the door in, mumbling an apology as they have to squeeze in so close together while watching where he lays his feet, conscious of Sharon's dress. He looks up at the cabby and says: ] Ah, 860 United Nations Plaza.
[ While normally he would suggest being dropping off around a corner, with Sharon now, he isn't about to force her to walk a distance.
The cabby lift a brow, visibly impressed by their destination and begins to drive forward. It's slow, but a lot smoother than carriages, although the noise is more or less the same thanks to being surrounded by the thousands of people in the streets and cars lining up as far as they eye can see.
At least they have air condition in the car.
In the meantime, he attempts to string together his thoughts and what he wants to say. ]
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[ While normally he would suggest being dropping off around a corner, with Sharon now, he isn't about to force her to walk a distance.
The cabby lift a brow, visibly impressed by their destination and begins to drive forward. It's slow, but a lot smoother than carriages, although the noise is more or less the same thanks to being surrounded by the thousands of people in the streets and cars lining up as far as they eye can see.
At least they have air condition in the car.
In the meantime, he attempts to string together his thoughts and what he wants to say. ]
Where to begin...