Adam and I walked through the entrance doors of the Empire State Building after buying tickets. The inside of the tower wasn’t as crowded as I had expected, but that was probably because it was nearing the closing time.
“This way.” I gestured at the small line formed before the elevator and so we walked toward there, waiting behind the other people who like us wanted to get on top of the tower.
“I love the art deco style this place has,” said Adam, still looking around him in awe. “Can you imagine this place in the 30s? It must’ve been magical…”
“Why?”
“I mean, I can only imagine those people with old-money driving up here in their old-fashioned limousines and shiny clothes and shoes, the jazz, the parties…”
I loved the way he spoke of things, I loved h
