Of all the days, all the nights, all the moments, why did it have to be this one,when she was so completely sick of pretending and lying and sneaking around and hiding her emotions? But Rose was an actress, and a good one. The snow must go on. It was oddly comforting, actually, disappearing again behind a facade of relatively cheerful friendliness.
"It's over in Brooklyn, it's gonna be a way out from here. Are you staying in Manhattan while you're here?" She walked to the road as she spoke and stuck her hand out to hail the nearest cab.