New York City
He had asked her to come.
She remembered; he had sent her a message, asking her to come to their place.
It was the fountain where they had first met, stumbling into each other.
"Watch where you're going!" She had snapped, and the redhead had just laughed and helped her up from the ground. "If I'd watch where I'd be going, I would never be able to stumble upon such a beautiful woman." It was the first time in years that someone had made her blush. Maybe that was what had attracted her so much to him.