“In the theater district,” I said confidently, even though I realized as I said it that I’d left the exact address in my phone, which was currently on Teri’s coffee table. But it would be fine—I could always google it on Stevie’s. “On Tenth Avenue.”

“So we’ll have some time. What do you want to do?”

I looked around at the people passing by me, heading off for their own New York night, and thought about it. Suddenly, I could see the bright side to being here for the first time without supervision—I was in the city alone. With no parents and no agenda…

“We could just wander and see where the night takes us!” I suggested. Stevie frowned, and I wasn’t able to stop myself from laughing. My best friend always preferred when there was a plan. “Or…” I thought for a second. “We could go to the Ghost Robot premiere? We could line up and see if we could see Amy Curry.”

“The one at the Gansevoort?”

“That’s where the after-party is,” I said. “But I’m sure we could find out where the premiere is.” I reached for my phone, only to realize a second later, once again, that I still didn’t have it. “Could you look it up?”

“I’m not sure I want to stand outside in the cold on the chance that maybe we’ll see a glimpse of a movie star.” Stevie shook her head. “How about we go to the Drama Book Shop? That’s in the theater district, so we’ll be close.”

“Oh, let’s go there,” I said. “Mr. Campbell will love that we went.”

“It’s also a really cool store.”

“I mean, that too.”

“Awesome,” Stevie said with a nod, looking happier about the whole situation now that we had a destination. “Just let me figure out what train we should take.…”

“And we should have the clock as a meeting place,” I said, nodding toward it. “If we get separated for any reason, meet there.”

Stevie looked up from her phone, her brow furrowing. “Separated?” she echoed. “Why would we get separated?”

“It’s what my mom always used to say,” I explained. “When we’d all go into the city, and she and I would be going to the American Girl store or the Frick and my dad would be taking Grady to the Natural History Museum or the Morgan Library or whatever.”

“The Morgan Library?”

“It was, like, Grady’s favorite place. I don’t even know. But we’d always have it as an in-case-of-emergency meeting place. Not that we’ll need it. But just to be on the safe side.”

“Well, we need a meeting time then too,” Stevie said, in her practical voice. “Otherwise one of us might be hanging out by the clock for hours.”