"I can't eat those without marinara sauce, they're good though. Especially the ones at Melvin's." (Melvin's is a local bar where I live, not even close to NY, but whatever.)
Adam grinned. "I'm glad you agree."
"This is really nice. I should do this more often."
"Wait, really?!" Adam blushed. "I'd… I'd like that."
"Thanks." He grinned, and turned to look around at the park again, at a loss for what to say.
Adam sat there awkwardly, wanting to talk but not knowing what to say
"Absolutely. It's better when you actually know people there, though."
"How do I know I'm not just getting kidnapped?" Adam joked
Cyrin looks at him, “You’re not. I’m not a kidnapper. . .” He laughs, “But that must be what one says. But, no, I know a club. Where I know the owner, so instead of waiting in a ridiculously long line, I can just walk on in, along with the rest of my party. And no, it’s nothing weird. Just a club with actually good music and plenty of space on the dance floor. Oh, and good booze.”
(They don't know that)
"Sounds great!"
(Disappointed sigh)
Adam followed him silently, but not in a creepy way (I don't know, I am so sleep deprived today.).
"I don't really know, I guess it's just the fun-ness of it?" Adam struggled to explain it.
"Yeah." Adam smiled. "I'm a loud person, and I like having somewhere where I can be loud and people won't judge me."
"You should teach me how to dance sometime."