As Angela and Dean sped north on the New Jersey turnpike they were silent, but as they approached the outskirts of New York City the mood lightened, and soon they were discussing their favorite Broadway shows and restaurants.
Even the heavy traffic all the way down the spiraling ramp to the Lincoln Tunnel couldn't dampen their spirits, and they were giggling as they people-watched down 42nd Avenue.
They shortly arrived at their hotel and were greeted by a cheerful valet. The Omni Hotel was bright and clean, and they were excited when they finally reached their pristine room on the tenth floor.
"Get comfortable," Dean said, and whisked off down the hall with the ice bucket. Angela threw open the drapes and the sliding glass door, revealing a small balcony an...
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