“Actually he’s my boss,” I told them conspiratorially.
Another swear from Grayson.
The girls all fell over in peals of laughter.
“We’re out here passing out compliments and stickers.”
“Stickers!”
“Let us see!”
“Sit, Grayson. Don’t be antisocial,” I ordered.
While I showed off my sticker collection, the corgi waddled over and plopped down in his lap.
“Have a drink. We made too many cocktails.”
“And bought too many snacks,” another girl added.
“Did you buy those pastries from the Bippity Boppity Bakery?” I asked as one of the girls offered me a cookie.
“We got there early, and there was already a line.”
“It’s totally becoming the now hot place in Manhattan,” her friend added.
After a long and drawn-out discussion on the best way to host a nostalgia-filled sleepover, I finally dusted off my leggings.
“I have more stickers to pass out. Enjoy the sunshine!”
“This is insanity,” Grayson muttered as I tugged him down the park path.
“Happy Saturday!” I trilled at a guy on a skateboard.
He took a sticker and flashed me a peace sign wordlessly.
“You try,” I ordered Grayson.
“I’m not—”
“Happy Saturday! Do it. Happy Saturday.”
“Happy Saturday,” he said to an older woman.
She looked him up and down appreciatively.
“Itisa happy Saturday.”
I grabbed Grayson’s arm. “You just made someone’s day. See? I knew that New Yorkers couldn’t all be antisocial. It was totally the weather. You can’t be unhappy when the sun is shining.” I lifted my face up, letting the light bathe my face.
“No,” Grayson said after a moment, “I guess not.”
“You did such a good job,” I told him when we were back in the car and heading in the direction of his penthouse. “You’re an awesome kindness buddy.”
I unpeeled a sticker and stuck it on his cheek.
“Cute!”
He peeled it off and stuck it to the dashboard.
