The first date.
Our first date ran nine hours and the better part of the width of Manhattan, though neither of us had planned for either. It began at the Up & Up (a cocktail bar Rachel had quietly loved for years and Adam had chosen by pure, undeserved luck), paused for a necessary detour to Dumpling Man (Adam did not yet understand that keeping Rachel fed is a solemn duty), and ended after two in the morning at 96 Tears, a perfectly grungy bar in Alphabet City.
When we finally stepped outside, we found a city transformed — the sky had opened into the most dazzlingly perfect snow.