"Well, of course there's all the tourist spots," he finally said, after a liberal sip of coffee that was getting colder by the minute. Where was that waitress? "Empire State, the statue, Central Park."
He took a drag on his cigarette, his eyes flickering from Lily's eyes (green) to her vibrant hair. He hadn't ever cared much for redheads - brunettes and blondes were usually his type - but something about Lily was different. It was probably her youth, and he shook his head at the thought. She couldn't be more than twenty two. He was at least fifteen years older than her. What was he doing, lusting after her? He really MUST still have been drunk.
"But then there's the places for locals. Greenwich Village. Battery Park. Lutece," he murmured smokily, not that she'd know that Lutece was the ultimate spot for a wealthy date night. "Drop the hint to your fiance about Lutece," he added, not knowing or caring just who or where her fiance was.