“Has anybody offered to, I don’t know, show you around? Or did they just sort of leave you to your own devices?” Sticking her finger into the cream cheese, she swirled it around and licked it off like a little child. “I’d really like to be able to spend some time with you.”
“Pretty much the latter, yeah. I guess no one likes hanging out with an ‘old man’.” he chuckled, amused by his little joke, and further amused by Summer’s actions. “I’d like that.”
Popping straight up in her chair, she exclaimed, “You are not an old man!” Her eyes flared green with indignation. “It’s not your fault you happen to be a tourist in your own city right now. This is going to change. What do you want to see first?” Summer bit off a piece of cheese danish as if it was one of the people who were neglecting Steve and chewed vengefully.
“Well, I don’t know where to start…” he rubbed the back of his neck and tried to think of something… unsuccessfully. “What would you recommend?” Steve asked, glad to have a friend he could do stuff, proper non-saving-the-world stuff.
“Hummm.” Summer drummed the fingers of her empty hand on the table. “I could do some research and try to find out what’s been built since, err,” she searched for a polite phrase, “the end of the war. That would be all new. I’m sure everything’s changed, so it might be worth it just to wander around and look at whatever catches our fancy.” She twisted her face up into a couple of weird thinking poses before she went on, “Bronx Zoo, Botanical Gardens, Rockefeller Centre, the Metro Art Museum … any of those sound good?”