Nicely told story a young man distraught to find that, when going to borrow his mate’s scarf to wear to propose to his girlfriend, finds his mate is in the process of, erm, borrowing the said girlfriend.
Fortunately the old historic Cloisters is on hand, and in particular, another young woman to take his fancy (especially as she sports a ponytail) and suddenly New York is an altogether different place. Grimshaw captures the tone of the young man nicely (“I decided that if somebody stole the scarf I would make no effort to recover it. There are limits. Plus my life was over and stuff”).
Could there be a nicer New York love story in Asimovs this year?
More from this issue here.