"You're lucky Maine girls are pretty easy to impress." She tapped the bubble again and then sat back, looking out the window now and again as familiar parts of the city went by. "I'm not really in a rush. I just don't want to ruin your whole afternoon if you had plans, you are doing me a huge favor after all."

Waverly ran her fingers through her hair, an absent-minded gesture whenever her hair was loose instead of pulled into a tight bun. Glancing at Mark again, she fixed him with another smile. "You know, it would have been shorter if you'd gone through Tribeca..."

She had noticed his meandering detour, not that she minded, it was amusing and maybe even sweet.