The next morning I was making my way down the street, when I passed a tiny little restaurant called "Tibby's" when I heard a tap on one of the glass windows, while I was passing. I turned curiously and saw spot sitting there, waving for me to come in. I was so happy to see him I didn't bother to think. When I walked in I realized my mistake. In the table with him were a few of his Newsie friends and the three girls who I recognized from the party. The blonde haired girl was snuggled up close to Spot with her hands all over him. I wanted to run, but I had already gotten this far, and I couldn't turn back now. I forced a smile on my face, and walked up to the table.
"Well…well…well…look who it is." The Blonde girl grinned.
"Cool it, Sandy." Spot nudged her.
"So how's it hanging Siren?" He smiled over at me.
"Pretty good, and yourself?" I replied with my arms crossed, as I tried not to make eye contact with any of the girls.
"Same old. So hey, you wanna do something dis afternoon?" A moment after he spoke those words Sandy's eyes flashed over to Spot in disbelief.
"Love too." I replied extra content, mainly due to Sandy's response. She then flashed me the evilest look imaginable, and I just met her glare with a sweet smile, which just irritated her more.
So that after noon me and Spot roamed all about New York. Night in New York was unlike any other, it was dazzling and spell binding.
"So Mr. Conlon, tell me something about yourself." I insisted, as we walked idly.
"Like what?"
"Something…no else knows about you." I pried. He thought for a minute.
"My mom left me when I was eight." He stated, his tone serious and shaking. I walked in silence for a moment.
"Mine left me when I was ten." I stated. He met my eyes, and he smiled.
"Do you…do you ever miss her, or get angry that she left?" He asked.
"No…I don't want anything to do with someone who doesn't want me, and why should I be angry? It wouldn't solve anything." I replied. We walked a few more steps in silence, and I decided to lighten the mood.
"Ok, so favorite color?" I asked.
"Blue. You?"
"Dark red. Favorite thing in the world?"
"Me slingshot." I laughed. "You?"
"Hmm…summer nights." I said dreamily. The night when on like that, we finally ended up on the docks, and we sat there just talking.
"What time is it?" I finally asked.
"Um…almost one." He replied looking at his pocket watch.
"One! In the morning?! Shoot, I have to be getting home." I replied hurrying to my feet.
"Why? What's the rush?" He asked confused.
"I have work in the morning." I replied, walking of in a hasty pace. "Bye Mr. Conlon." I replied starting a mild jog.
"See ya, and for goodness sake's it's Spot!" He hollered as I disappeared.
