Disclaimer: Again, Girls of New York do not own Newsies. We could wish and wish and beg and plead but it would never happen, so we must be forced to accept the fact: we do not own Newsies.

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It was a bright and dream-like day in New York. The sky was a pure blue and there wasn't a cloud to be seen.

Christin worked in a clothing factory. Even though it was dirty, hot, and hard work, she had to get the money. Right now, Christin was living in an apartment next to the Jacobs.

This morning Christin had woken up and gotten ready for work, then left for another long day at the factory. There was one thing about her job that she loved, though. Everyday Christin would get a visit from a newsie named Jack, and she would buy her morning paper from him. Christin liked the visits from Jack because, since she had look after the smaller children who work in the factory, she enjoyed the company of someone her own age once and a while. Every so often, Jack would come by more then once a day, even though, as a result, he wouldn't have as much time to sell papers.

On this particular day, she had bought her paper from Jack and they talked about everything that was going on with each other. As usual, they were talking about what they wanted to do if they ever got the chance to get out of the city. Usually Jack said that he wanted to leave and go out West, perhaps to Santa Fe.

"Would you come to Santa Fe with me if the time ever comes?" Jack asked Christin.

"I would like to leave this dirty city but I just can't leave my family and then never see them again. If I didn't have a family here, then I would be open to the idea. Really, I would, but I have obligations here." Christin shrugged regretfully, and continued, "And what would I do out there? I don't have any skills in protecting myself. I'm sure it would be a great adventure, though. Jack, is Santa Fe all you ever think about?"

Jack was confused. "No, why do you say that?"

Christin answered angrily, "Because that's all you ever talk about, don't think that I don't hear you singing about it outside after you leave."

Jack was furious. "I don't talk about it all the time or think about it all the time either."

"Oh, really? Name one time when you haven't," Christin said sarcastically.

"Now, because I'm thinking of you," Jack muttered under his breath.

Now Christin was confused. "What did you say?"

Jack mumbled, "Never mind."

Suddenly, the bell rang for work to begin. Christin sighed, "Well, I have to go."

"Will I see you later?" Jack questioned the brunette.

Christin was still feeling a little miffed. "I don't know, maybe."

As she left, she tried to keep frowning, but she started to grin at the thought of the few words she had heard. Christin walked away, and didn't catch him as Jack whispered "I hope I see you later."