People were bustling around, shoving at one another, killing each other with their glares. Normal New York City; overcrowded, too much body heat, even when inside a building. It was exactly as she remembered it; it wasn't too different from the London she had grown to love two hundred years ago. But it was because she loved it so much - loved him so much - that she just had to leave. So she went back home and been in New York ever since.
"One hot dog," Tessa said with a smile, and handed the chubby man with his grease-stained shirt a five-dollar bill. "And keep the change."
He looked gruff, then looked pointedly at the sign beside his head. "Dog's six fifty, lady," he grumbled, and held his hand out, fingers twitching. Tessa frowned and shoved her hand into her bag, rummaging for more cash, then she dropped it into the open palm. The man closed his fingers into a fist with a crooked smile.
She stepped away, standing at the window and looking out at the bridge and waters below. Tessa unwrapped the hot dog and took a bite, making sure to also get the bun. Disgusting, she thought, but still chewed and swallowed. She moved to take another bite-
"Miss Theresa Gray. I didn't think I'd find you here."
She turned hastily, recognizing - with shock, of course - the voice immediately, the hot dog still halfway in her mouth. It dropped from her hand the moment she saw the sly smirk splitting the warlock's face. Tessa smiled, arms wide open for a hug. He wrapped his arms around her awkwardly. "It's good to see you, Magnus."