A few hours later, after a breakfast of admittedly delicious pastries and quiche, Alex and I head out into the city.

In spite of the weird tension that still hangs in the air between us - I know we're both trying to forget about what happened between us, but that's next to impossible - I find my excitement rising as we head down the street. It's a beautiful day, I'm in New York, and even if I've made a couple of missteps with Alex recently, I do enjoy his company. As my good ...