"So we're improving things and not too much of a spectacle," Derek said, following her into the car. He leaned against the door, leg curled up on the seat as well. He didn't bother with a seatbelt, this was only the city after all. They weren't going to go more than two miles an hour anyway.
He mused for a moment, before leaning forward, "Let's go in and pretend we're tourists. Even if we know everyone's there. No crossing the line, but we can still cause laughter. Maybe we should stop on the way and grab those tack I Heart NYC shirts..."