"So are you coming?"

"So are you coming home with me?" he asked her. "Well, I really don't know you. I'm new to town anyways." The man smiled. "Well, my name is Philip, I live about fifteen minutes away in the upper East Side if you go by foot. Also, you made your point- you're new to town, you could probably use a friendly hand." She thought of this momentarily. She'd come out from Washington where she had spent most of her younger years. She'd been staying at a friends home in Poughkeepsie and made the trek to the city to see what she'd been missing out on.

She still stood there, her eyes affixed to Philip's face. She wanted to know if he was a 'good guy' or a 'bad guy' but eventually threw away any ideas that someone would want to hurt her.

"Yes." she said, weakly. Philip smiled. "Okay, well let's go then." The two walked out of the pub and Philip hailed a cab. The weather was cold, the streets were thick with snow and Central Park was a mere fifty paces ahead.

"Where to?" the driver asked the two people. Philip replied with his assumed home address and the Taxi went off into the night.

Old Jazz poured out of the car stereo. Miles Davis to be exact. To be more exact it was the song "Diner Au Motel", a gem. The subtle bebop sounds mixed with the flashing lights and radiating street-lights as the girl stared out the window. She was mesmerized. "New York is the prettiest place you'll ever see during the Winter, Nancy." Nancy didn't reply, not right away anyways. She continued to look out the windows while listening to the trumpet noise and snare drum roll.

Nancy thought herself to be rude and eventually decided to spark up a conversation with the recently met Philip. "So, uh what do you do?" she asked. Philip took himself from his newspaper he found in the back seat and answered her. "I work for an investment firm, boring crap." He made a slight laugh and then he asked her a similar question. "What about you? What do you do? Why're you here?" She looked out the window as she spoke. "Well, I was a teacher. Grade school, mostly. I don't know. I got tired of it. I wanted to experience something else."

He looked at her fondly before conjuring a question. "Well, is this 'something else'?" he asked. "It sure is." she said.