PanDeities

Between he and Clarissa, Set had long since managed to conduct most of his business from the comfort of his penthouse in Tribeca - the days were long past, after all, when he'd actually have to go to the exchanges - but on rare occasion he had to take a meeting away from his downtown base. Occasionally he even had to go uptown, gliding up Sixth Avenue in the relative quiet of his chauffeured car so he could charm some lawyer (it was almost always a lawyer) out of their objections.

And sometimes, afterwards, it was good to breathe in the air.

His walk was brisk enough to fit in with the pace of the New Yorkers around him, but not so brisk that he didn't notice the familiar figure sitting on the bench outside Central Park. There was more than a little temptation to just keep going, but old habits died hard, and Set pivoted on his heel.

"Not your usual milieu, is it?"