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Re: quicklog: mj & harry; her place
[Harry nodded when she mentioned calling a car serive. That was a brief phone call, and in this city, it was typically a short wait for any kind of ride to show up. Taxi drivers usually wanted to know beforehand how far they would be driving, and Harry just waved his hand to signal Mary Jane to fabricate with some vague details.]
Tell him we'll have the address when he gets here, and to meet us out front.
[Harry was better acquainted with a more personalized transit system, Oscorp drivers chauffering Oscorp cars, people who waited on him night and day. Harry didn't think of it as servitude, there was substantial salary behind all of the menial workers and small jobs that kept the Osborn home running smoothly. Still, he had faith in a basic taxi service following basic directions. So, with Mary Jane's hand in his, they made their way out of her apartment(pausing to lock the door), and out of the building.
They only had to wait a few minutes for the car, and Harry spent that time with his back against he street and his face slightly downcast to avoid eye contact with strangers. His name and face had been plastered across most major news stations all day(and also for most of his life), and now wasn't the time to be recognized. He held MJ's hand, and he pulled her closer for a kiss against the auburn fringe of hair by her temple. "I'm glad you're not making me do this alone," he whispered into her ear.
[And then the cab pulled up, and they slid inside. From the backseat, Harry passed the piece of paper with the address, which when put into the GPS, showed something like an hour outside of the city. Harry settled back in the seat, and for the first time noticed that snow was beginning to fall as the texi took off for the freeway, determined to make good time now that the driver recognized he had a celebrity of the city sitting in the back.]