"Do you want to leave?" he blurts out suddenly, ignoring her previous question. His lips twitch up self-deprecatingly, but somehow that perfect little half-smile he has down to a science is not the same when it's haunted by his defeated eyes.

Third in my NYC future!fic series. Rachel is disappointed to find that dreams don't come true as easily as she'd always planned, and a tactless relative at Thanksgiving isn't making her feel better. Perhaps a rendezvous in the dark will? Written 10/09.