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surprise her by ordering tickets to see a Broadway musical later that night online. Once we get home from the river she says she wants to lay down and take a nap. I put a movie on, sit down, and she lays her head on my lap. I run my fingers through her hair until she passes out. Getting sleepy myself, I set an alarm on my phone and nod off with her.
    The sound of my alarm is annoying. I feel around with my eyes still sealed shut without luck. Laney is half awake, mumbling under her breath. I finally find my phone in the side of the cushion, quickly shutting it off before it starts to sound off again. 
    “We need to get up, we have plans,” I tell her, shaking her again.
    “Why? Just another hour, please…” she whines. 
    Laughing, I tell her, “Fine, if you wanna sleep then I guess we won’t go see a musical.” This gets her attention. 
    “Are you serious, you really made plans?” She jumps up from the couch in worry like she won’t have time to get ready. I tell her yes and we go get freshened up for the night.
    She comes downstairs about thirty minutes after me, looking absolutely stunning. She has on a deep-violet dress, featuring all her curves. Her shiny hair is pulled over to the side in a clip, falling right below her shoulders in light waves. Lips lined red, diamonds dangling loosely from her ears. She’s so beautiful it makes me nauseous that she even let me have a chance to steal her heart. I walk toward her and take her hand in mine, leading her out the door. Two hours later, we arrive in New York City. We park in the parking garage only a few blocks from where we are going. It’s hauntingly dark, the cold air makes it hurt to breathe. I look over to see her shivering in her thin dress. I suck it up and place my jacket around her shoulders. There’s no way I am letting her freeze. We walk and walk. Only ten minutes left until we get to the theater when we realize someone is following us. My heart drops. Not because I’m scared for me, but for her. It’s not the safest city to be lurking around at night. Shit, it’s not the safest during the day, either. 
    “What was that? Did you hear that?” she asks, pulling herself closer to me. I turn around, looking. She turns with me, seeing a shadow of a person not far behind us. 
    “Who’s there? Show yourself! You’re scaring my girl,” I yell out, but the shadow and sound are gone.  “It was probably just a homeless guy. Don’t worry, I’m here. Nothing’s going to happen to you,” I say, reassuring her. She believes me and we continue down the road. It’s so dark I don’t recognize where we are. I quickly grab my phone pulling up the GPS to get us on the back on track. It sends us off into a stinky alley full of trash. We see the opening to the road, but once again someone is watching. I know New York is full of people, but the feeling I have is off. It’s the same person; I can feel their eyes stabbing at my back. Trying not to pay them any mind, I grab Laney’s hand and pull her out onto the sidewalk. I pull her into my arms and whisper in her ear, “The person that was following us… they still are.” I can hear her suck in a deep breath. I kiss her, wrap my arms around her, and take all of her in. When I break the kiss, she looks even more terrified than before. She squeezes my hand tighter as she drags me around the corner of the building. Moving fast and holding her breath.
    BOOM! We both jump, turning to see a man dressed in all black tripping over a trash can. I immediately let go of her hand and chase him. He is faster than me, and once I turn the corner, he is already climbing a ladder to the roof. Then I hear something drop. I bend down to pick it up. It’s a guitar pic. Flipping it over, I see the initials JT on it and know who it is instantly. I go to put it in my pocket, but she catches my hand first. 
    “What’s that? Give it to me,” she says, taking it before I can close my hand into a fist. She knows. The