“We're going to grab a coffee. You look like you could use one,” he says with a wink. “I'm okay,” I tell him, ignoring his assistant's eyes burning holes into the side of my head. “I was just going to walk around for a bit. I've never been here before, and I've always wanted to see the square.” Bash's eyes crinkle in amusement, and he chuckles lightly, like there's another inside joke I'm missing out on. “Time Square is still quite a ways away,”
