If she went with the band, yeah, I am.” He stepped out on the sidewalk and offered her the crook of his arm, an oddly sweet, archaic gesture. She followed him, but didn’t take the arm; he seemed amused rather than offended by this.
They walked for a block or so. The noise of CBGB faded, replaced by the noise of other bars, slightly different, the shades of music and flavor of the crowd shifting from the punk atmosphere. Her gaze was drawn by the jokers she saw lingering in doorways and walking on the street. They stared at her, and she made a point to not stare back. She hunkered in on herself, trying to be inconspicuous.
The man from the club didn’t seem bothered by any of it. He walked with an easy stride, comfortable, like walking through Central Park on a sunny day.
“What’s your name?” he asked after a stretch of silence.
“Jennifer,” she said. Then wondered if she should have told him something else. Then decided it was a common enough name, it didn’t matter, it wasn’t like he could look her up. Then realized she was walking down Bowery with a total stranger.
“Jennifer. Nice to meet you. I’m Croyd.”
They walked for a block or so. The noise of CBGB faded, replaced by the noise of other bars, slightly different, the shades of music and flavor of the crowd shifting from the punk atmosphere. Her gaze was drawn by the jokers she saw lingering in doorways and walking on the street. They stared at her, and she made a point to not stare back. She hunkered in on herself, trying to be inconspicuous.
The man from the club didn’t seem bothered by any of it. He walked with an easy stride, comfortable, like walking through Central Park on a sunny day.
“What’s your name?” he asked after a stretch of silence.
“Jennifer,” she said. Then wondered if she should have told him something else. Then decided it was a common enough name, it didn’t matter, it wasn’t like he could look her up. Then realized she was walking down Bowery with a total stranger.
“Jennifer. Nice to meet you. I’m Croyd.”
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