"Sounds good. I'll meet you at Chili's down on 8th Street in one hour." he said.


Tommy showered, dressed in blue jeans, a black t-shirt and black boots. He ran a hand through his wet hair to slick it back and then hopped on his bike and headed out. He arrived at the restaurant ten minutes early.

He'd grab a table near the door so she could see him. He stood up when she showed up and pulled out her chair.

"Long time no see, Manhattan Rose. You look great."