Riley looked into the rear view mirror, met the gaze of the cab driver and smiled with the enthusiasm of a kid at Disneyland. “I don’t know,” she said. “This is my first night in New York City.” “Okay then.” The cabbie smiled back. “Welcome to the best city in the world, little lady. What are ya needin’, huh? You want food? I can tell you where to get the best Italian this side of the Atlantic. What about sightseeing? You ain’t never seen nothin’ ’til you seen Times Square at night.” “Oh wow,” Riley said, lightheaded with the possibilities. She thought the balding, unshaven man exactly fit her image of a New York cab driver. “Could you please take me to a night club? I’ve always wanted to go to one like I’ve seen in the movies. You know, one that you have to wait in line to get in, and it has movie stars and famous people mixed together with everyday people.” Carl chuckled, “Listen, I know a good place, the best. But you gotta promise me that you won’t do nothin’ stupid if I take you there.”
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