Photo by Alyssa Smith
‘You know perched here, looking over the city, I feel like I could clamber up the side of the New Yorker, hop up onto the Empire State and grab that rainbow – wouldn’t that just be amazing?’ she said.
A glob of mustard hung from his lower lip, nuggets of burger glistening in his teeth as he said, ‘Like King Kong you mean?’
She eyed his bare forearms, the thick mats of black hair. ‘Yeah – just like King Kong,’ she said.