Chapter 57: Rooftop Banter
The hotel rooftop was quickly becoming Ava’s favorite place in New York. It wasn’t just the breathtaking view of the skyline, though that certainly helped. Up here, high above the chaos of the city and the matchmaking convention, it felt like a momentary escape—a rare pocket of peace in an otherwise insane whirlwind.
Tonight, the air was crisp and cool, the kind that left a refreshing bite on your cheeks. String lights crisscrossed the space, casting a warm, golden glow over the small seating area. The Empire State Building gleamed in the distance, a beacon of quiet majesty, while the murmur of the city below faded into a dull, calming hum.
Ava leaned against the railing, gazing out at the glittering expanse before her. The noise of the day—the debates, the matchmaking misfires, Julian’s smug face—still echoed faintly in her head, but up here, it didn’t feel as overwhelming.
Behind her, the rooftop door creaked open, and Ryan appeared, carrying two steaming cups of what she hoped was coffee. He was still in his suit from the gala earlier, but his tie was loosened, and his jacket was slung over his shoulder.
"I figured you’d be up here," he said, handing her one of the cups.
"Thanks," Ava murmured, wrapping her hands around the cup for warmth. She took a tentative sip and immediately smiled. "Hot chocolate?"
Ryan shrugged, leaning against the railing beside her. "You looked like you needed something sweet. Also, I couldn’t find coffee, so... you’re welcome."
Ava chuckled softly, letting the warmth of the drink and the moment seep into her. "I don’t know how you’re still standing after today. I feel like I’ve been run over by a matchmaking freight train."
Ryan grinned. "You did handle about fifty mini-crises back-to-back. Honestly, it was impressive. Exhausting to watch, but impressive."
Ava snorted. "Well, I’m glad I could provide you with some entertainment."
"Always," Ryan teased, nudging her lightly with his elbow.