Or maybe not。
Nate smiled as the giant tree grew out of the slick black stage of the New York State Theatre。 That used to be Blair’s favorite scene。 After that； she’d get antsy and they’d usually skip the second act to drink cappuccinos in the lobby and spy on the couples walking around the promenade below。
Nate closed his eyes； imagining what it would be like if Blair was here。 She’d looked terrific at her mom’s dinner party。 And so had Serena。 It had been unnerving； the way they’d kept giggling whenever they glanced toward him and Jenny。 And then they’d excused themselves to the terrace and when they finally reentered； they smiled sneakily at him。 He knew them too well and was pretty sure they’d been talking about him。 And no matter how much he loved Jenny； he wanted to know what they’d been saying。
Nate realized everyone around him was clapping。 Was the first act over already？ He clapped politely。 “Want a cappuccino？” he asked Jenny。 Suddenly； he didn’t really feel like being there。
“Sure。” Jenny shrugged； looking so innocent and sweet that Nate felt a weird lump in his throat like he was going to cry。
Imagine if he was stoned…。
“So； what did you think of the show？” Jenny asked later。 They were in the library of Nate’s town house； sitting side by side on the tan calfskin couch； drinking merlot out of Riedel glasses。 A sailboat documentary played on the flat screen in front of them。 Nate had been quiet for the rest of the show； even during the romantic end when Clara and the prince are finally together； happily ever after。
“Nate？” Jenny asked again； realizing he was sound asleep； his head flopped against his shoulder。 Jenny sighed in frustration。 This was not how she’d expected the evening to play out。 She’d been ho