Hunter and Eli laughed to themselves, gripped their coats tightly and ran to the other side of the road where there were no cars to run them down. Hunter almost slipped on the ice covering the road and they laughed again, louder this time, clinging to each other before either of them fell and were run over by the busy New York traffic. Lights gleamed all kinds of colors around them and the remnants of the snow storm brightened the streets as if the roads were coated in sugar. “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” said Eli as they dodged the walkers and couples along the sidewalk. “My dad’s going to kill me.” Hunter sighed and shook her hair away from her face, the coffee Eli had bought her clenched in one hand. She loved the city of New York, especially at night when the lights were bright and the cars were less. At ten-thirty, there weren’t so many people crowding the streets. Most were men, women and children enjoying a Sunday night out with their family. “Relax,” she replied.
