We ended up at a small café in Greenwich Village for breakfast the next morning. It was an eclectic little place, nestled between a bookshop and travel agent. If I’d thought for a second we were there by chance, I would have praised Adam on his choice of venue. But judging by the incessant text messaging he’d been engaged in all morning, breakfast in the village was part of a bigger plan I wasn’t yet privy to. - Second hearts
