The question caught me off guard. I hadn't really thought about it. A hum buzzed in my throat before I replied. “I'm not sure,” I admitted with a shrug. “Eat pizza? Stare at tall buildings? What do people do in New York?”

“Depends on who you ask,” he tilted his head as he talked. “Some people chase dreams. Other just try to survive.”

I raised an eyebrow. “And what do you do?”

He tilted his head pretending to think. “Survive, mostly. But I do it with style.” ...