He wanted to accompany her. He wanted to take her to Battery Park, see her gazing out at the ocean, tuck that red hair behind her ear and look into her green eyes as -
"Stop it. What is the matter with you?"
"I'm sorry. I assumed your fiance was nearby," he said, extinguishing his cigarette in an ashtray. He pulled out another just a few seconds later, not offering one to Lily this time. Probably better that she wasn't smoking, anyway. It had a way of making a woman look...older.
"Start with Central Park. In the daytime," he paused, sending this point home. No unaccompanied girl should be walking around at night, no matter how confident they were, "-it's wonderful. Quiet."
After a moment, he scribbled again on the notepad. "Johnson - a new day."