New York Lingo นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The city lights blurred past the windshield as Logan drove. Neither of them spoke for the first few minutes. Lily leaned comfortably against the passenger seat, her head tilted slightly as she watched the streets glide by. New York at night had a rhythm of its own, horns in the distance, people moving in every direction as if the city itself never slept. “You’re quiet,” Lily said eventually. Logan smirked faintly, keeping his eyes on the road. “I was thinking the same thing about you, a few minutes ago, you were talking nonstop.”

He damn well knew I couldn't read this shit. I sigh putting it down, "It's all in Italian." "I think it'll have to do with the fact that it's an Italian restaurant." "But it's in America. A land that speaks English. I bet you every son of a bitch in here is Googling this shit under their table." He snorts and my eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "Was that a laugh? Did I get the crime boss of New York to laugh?" He give me a dry look. "Do it again, I wanna record it."

A rlington Avenue, might be one of the easy going towns in Brooklyn, New York, but deep inside its heart laid one of the dopest buildings in all of Brooklyn, the lighthouse. The lighthouse made more crazy noise than the entire Yankee stadium and had more lightening on its dance floor than ‘club la-vela,’ the largest nightclub in the United States of America.

"You are lucky you have me then. Now I want you to look around and tell me what you see. Describe your immediate environment so I can get a rough idea of where you are." "Okay.... I am er- at a street corner. The most prominent landmark here is a restaurant with a name that sounds funny. I can't pronounce it. Wait a minute! I just saw this same restaurant around the corner from here. Jeez! How many branches do these businesses have anyway? It seems they spring out of the ground. It's unsettling-" "Welcome to New York." "-and everyone keeps hurrying to heaven knows where. No one is even bothering to stop. Wait... I think I have seen someone who can help."

Nando is waiting outside for me with the door open. "Miss prime," he says, and I smile, getting into the car. "Hi Nando, how are you?" I ask as he takes his place in the front of the car to drive us. "I'm good, thank you," he tells me as he focuses on the street in front of us. New York is one of the most beautiful places I have ever seen. Well, I never really traveled anywhere big, but New York has something about it. The city that never sleeps.

I hoped it was only for me. There was a long pause as neither of us knew what to say next. It had been so easy to talk to him on the beach, but now, I was tongue-tied and shy. I played with my food, trying desperately to think of something to say. “So... , how are you liking New York?” Jack finally asked, breaking our awkward silence. “It’s huge!” I blurted out. Jack laughed. “I mean, it is so much bigger than where I’m from. It’s been a little overwhelming.”

​The New York of the "Great Audit" was a city of weight of iron, ink, and the slow, deliberate pace of verification. But beneath the surface, a new current was huming. "The Echo" wasn't a currency you could hold; it was a whisper in the ears of the disillusioned, a promise of returning to the frictionless speed of the old world without the oversight of the Archivists.

My heartbeat increased as he took the first step in my direction and the voice that came of him was husked, "And that's how you get gangfvcked like a little bitch..." I gulped on noticing the slight twitch in his jaw characterized by anger. "This is New York, Senorita. You don't go running around" With each word, he approached and now he was standing up close to my face. "This is Crime City" he announced to my face. "You mean your City " I was supposed to internalize that speech but typical Sofia, I speak my thoughts before I process them. That's why I ended up with this gangster in the first place.

Probably because he looks at me since I was 14. - Shut up. » I move my face towards her. "Ellie, I think you're pretty tongue-tied for someone who's actually begging me not to sleep with her husband. She looks a little angry, probably because of this little nickname that she hates above all else. - Nobody begs you. » I smile now. A real smile. She will end up really begging, two knees on the ground with joins hands. ********* If there's one thing I missed, it's are the holidays of the Big Apple. Los Angeles may be the number one city when it comes to parties, but New York has absolutely nothing to envy.

The word felt like a punch to my face, and my heart started racing in panic. New York City?