"Will you go jogging in the morning again tomorrow?"
While changing his clothes in the locker room, he turned on his phone and saw a message from Alexandra Daddario.
"Yes, if there's no hail tomorrow."
Link replied to the message.
As he put on his pants, the girl quickly sent back a message.
"I'd like to run too, how about we meet at the bus stop outside the museum at seven tomorrow morning?"
"Okay, it's a date."
The girl also replied, "It's a date."
When he left the boxing gym after three in the afternoon, the New York sky had cleared up, the sunlight shining on the streets of Brooklyn. The high-rises looked rejuvenated, and the leaves of the cedar and plane trees alongside the road were lushly green.
Link drove towards Central Manhattan, planning to check out Link Music.
Shortly after he hit the road, he received a phone call from Paris, France. It was Frank Arela, the assistant to director Woody Allen, on the line.