“There is one just up here, I passed it on my way to the park.” She informed him with a smile before reaching up and gently pulling the pin out of her hair and fluffing the curls with her hand “So what is it that you do in New York Mr. America?” she asked keeping pace with him her heels making a soft rhythmic click clack across the cement. “My name is Francesca, but if you are lazy Fancy will do just fine.”