"You want to come with me? To New York?"
"I've been wanting to go there for a while. I'd love to go with you."
That was a week and a half ago. Now they were both sitting in the back of a NYC cab, holding hands anxiously. The cab pulled up to the designated address, and stopped, as Megan and Larry's stomachs flip-flopped as if they were gymnasts participating in fierce competition.
"Thank you." Larry handed the driver a $20 and a $5, and walked with Megan to the front door of the house.
"Hi Mom." Megan said nerviously.