There were options, Bruce knew. They could pretend they were young and cool and go out to Verdant with some of the others. They could hide in the crowds at fake Times Square, which looked just as terrifying as the crowd at real Times Square.
"There's no way we're getting in anywhere without reservations tonight," he mused thoughtfully, squeezing the hand in his. "Good thing I thought ahead and made some?" The minute New Years plans started circling the boards, Bruce had realized they deserved a special date night. And maybe, finally, he'd stop chickening out. A certain box was in its familiar place in his jacket pocket. And, well, maybe that was the way to start the New Year?