e Palace or Snacks at the Strand or whatever her movie was called。 Now it was almost four o’clock； and she felt kind of gross and bloated from spending the entire day lying in bed and eating Godiva chocolates from one of Serena’s discarded gift baskets。 She needed to get out。
She hadn’t seen Serena since brunch the day before。 It was sort of for the best； though。 After all； she and Nate couldn’t keep their hands off each other。 They’d spent all of yesterday cuddled in Nate’s bed； whispering remember…whens in between kisses and feeding each other eel rolls from Blue Ribbon sushi。 She only left Nate’s house because his parents were due home from St。 Barts today。 It would be enough of a surprise for them to see Nate。 She didn’t want them to think the first thing Nate did when he came back was take advantage of the empty house with his girlfriend。
Wait； girlfriend？
She sighed and turned off the TV。 Ever since she was fifteen and had seen Breakfast at Tiffany’s； she’d played a game with herself called What Would Audrey Do？ If Audrey found herself alone at dusk on a cold January day； she’d probably sit near the window of some cozy café like Le Refuge on Eighty…Second Street and people…watch； the whole while blissfully unaware that from behind their menus； everyone was whispering about the charmingly gamine girl。 Besides； she’d been back in New York—her city—for almost three days and had barely seen anything besides Nate’s bedroom。
And it wasn’t like she’d been admiring the décor。
Blair pulled her Burberry coat from the Eames chair in the corner； exited the building； and automatically turned left； exactly as she had a million times before。 She wasn’t sure where she was going； but she’d know when she got there。
She paused at Seventy…sec