Hello dears! I'm in Boston right now, in which I do have access to the internets. NYC was divine, and I was inspired (by the multiple taxis) to rewrite this one to incorporate taxis. Of course, I didn't get to see Wicked (One day, Julia Murney, one day), because hello, it's sold out two weeks in advance, but I did get to see Avenue Q (puppet sex!), which made me very happy.
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He's ridiculously taller than she is, which is strange, because she's tall, too.
He has brown hair, and he has a tendency to let it sprawl out across his face. It only looks good some of the time.
He always has a coffee cup in his hand, or at hand, or is waiting for one. She wonders if he sleeps any more; maybe he'll turn into Travis Bickle if he keeps it up.
He catches her looking, as she suddenly looks away, a bit guilty, but not really.
His name is Mark Sloan, and she hates him so lovely.
Wait, what?
Reference: Travis Bickle, the (antagonistic?) protagonist of Martin Scorcese's Taxi Driver. He's a pretty intensely insane guy, who also never sleeps.