“You respect my cardigans,” he said, grinning brightly. “You continue to grow unfairly attractive, Dr. Argent. Stop that.” Isaac was very accustomed to the ribbing that came along with his fashion sense. He’d gotten it from their group of friends in school, and still got it from his colleagues back home. He didn’t mind. He liked dressing nicely, and he liked that Allison appreciated his favorite bits.
It was almost a shame to see Allison cover her gorgeous dress up with the coat, but Isaac didn’t truly mind. He still knew what she looked like in it, and was having trouble keeping from thinking constantly of what she looked like beneath it.
“We’re actually only two blocks off of Central Park,” he said. “Obviously, any new New Yorker needs to be familiar with the park.”