Chapter Five
Sierra
We return our skates and end up grabbing a taxi to drive us to the Brooklyn Bridge.
“You’re different than I thought you’d be,” I say after he pays the taxi and we head toward the pedestrian walkway.
He smirks, turning in my direction for a second. “How so?”
“More down to earth maybe?”
He nods as though he gets that a lot. “Did you expect me to be in my royal attire and force you to bow?”
“No, but for some reason I expected you to be crazy wild.”
“How so?”
“I didn’t think a night in New York with you would constitute you wanting to walk the Brooklyn Bridge and ice skate at Rockefeller. Especially after ditching your security.”
His phone had buzzed a few times right after we left the vehicle, but I think he must’ve silenced his phone because it’s been quiet sin
