Was there a more foolish place to pick a fight than a sailboat on the Hudson River? It looked like Lady Liberty had taken her torch to the sky, lighting the clouds above her head in vibrant flames of orange and pink, while the buildings of downtown shone golden in the final light of the day. It should have been a perfect evening, but Olivia found herself setting a match to her relationship.
He is just a poor Narci.
He is just a poor Narci.