Famke knew the man was bound to show up sometime and when he arrived at her workplace six days later, it was while Kara and Keshaun were in the middle of another one of their fantastic arguments about him not appreciating how she needs the finer things in life.
“Famke, weigh in here,” Kara dragged her into the argument. “If you could do Christmas in New York, you would right?”
“You are asking the wrong person,” she shook her head. Avoiding the gaze of the man approaching the counter. “I have never been out of Pittsburgh, let alone the state. With my luck, I’d get pickpocketed or mugged within ten minutes of being in the Big Apple and lost within twenty. I once got lost in IKEA. New York does not appeal to me.”
“If you could go anywhere?”
“But I can’t so why waste my thoughts on fantasy
