"Is that a cure? I don't know… I can't say." But Josef Konstantine, in love. With a mortal no less! As far as Mick was concerned, that was as good as a yes.
He raised his hand suddenly. "Taxi!" Impulsively, he turned to Beth, barely able to contain his excitement at the night's revelation. "Come on. Let's go do something."
She trailed after him, looking at him incredulously. "Like what?"
"I don't know," Mick replied honestly. The night felt full of possibilities. "Something fun… something quintessentially New York. We'll catch a set at the Village Vanguard, a couple of martinis. A steak for the lady. Just me and you, on the town; come on."
"I don't know," Beth said as they rushed to catch the taxi. "But our flight leaves in a couple of hours."
"So we'll take a later flight," he countered, holding the door open for her.
Yes, let's, Beth wanted to say. But she couldn't help but think of Josh. "Look, I don't know…" Beth slid her hands over Mick's, averting her eyes. "I… I didn't leave things very well with Josh and I do think I need to get home."
Josh. Mick felt his mind scattering in multiple directions. "Yeah, of course." He shook his head at his own stupidity, hoping, hoping, that the disappointment in his eyes didn't show.
"But I'll drop you," Beth offered inclining her head toward the taxi.
"No, it's okay. I'll walk… it's a good town for it." He finally glanced back at her.
"Okay." This time, she looked away. She climbed into the taxi and stared out at him, even after he had closed the door for her.
Mick mustered a small smile and placed his hand against the window in farewell.
Beth smiled briefly in return and aligned her hand with his. I'm sorry, she thought.
Slowly, Mick walked away, letting his hand skim the surface of the window until the taxi started, causing his hand to fall to his side. He tried not to think about what the night could've been and instead, focused his mind on Josef and Sara. They had loved this city; perhaps he could come to love it too.