“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?”
“Hmm… They all sound absolutely lovely. We could start with the zoo, I guess. I haven’t been to one in so long. And face it, there’s something for everyone there,” he commented. It was true. Zoos were great for anyone; whether you wanted to see shows, just watch the animals be lazy, visit reptile houses and/or aquariums, or just eat the food, zoos were good.
“Then that’s settled!” She beamed at him. “Shall I just wait for you to call? Phones do still work pretty much the same way,” Summer teased, before deliberately stuffing the last of her danish in her mouth and making a chipmunk face. “Fair warning, though, my sanity is questionable at the best of times.”
“I know how phones work… Well, most of them.” Steve rolled his eyes, and smiled at how cute she looked when her cheeks were puffed like that. “Sounds like a plan, Alvin,” he teased. “It’s fine. I’m not picky about the sanity of my friends.”
“Good!” From a pocket inside her suit, Summer pulled a rather bent card, holding it out to Steve. “Here’s my number. Don’t wait too long, okay? I’ve got to head off now, normal life to get back to. You know how it goes.”