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"I'm going to get something to drink," I tell Spot. He nods and I walk away. I'm almost there before a newsie stops me.

"Hey, pretty goil. What ah ya doin' 'round hea?" the newsie asks obviously drunk.

"I'm here with my boyfriend Spot Conlon," I try to answer nicely emphasizing on the 'boyfriend'.

"Oh, ya Spot's goil?" he asks as I nod. He looks me up and down and comes close to my face. "Queens and Brooklyn have neva been on da best terms," he says before kissing me on the lips. I tried to back away, but he is too strong.

"Get off of me," I finally manage to say. His arms wrap tighter around my waist. I put my hands up t his chest to push him away, but it didn't work. Suddenly, the newsie was ripped away from me. I looked up to see Spot. The newsie tried to take a swing at Spot, but spot easily dodged it. The newsie's move were sluggish and his puches were easily dodged by Spot. Spot punched him in the jaw and he staggered back. He tried to regain his balance, but before he could, Spot took another swing hitting him in the nose. By now, a crowd surrounding Spot and the unknown newsie as they fought, or as Spot beat him up. Spot took one more swing and hit him in the cheek making him fall to the ground. Spot looks up at me and walks towards me.

"We're leavin'," he tells me. I follow him as he walks out of Medda's. I can tells he's angry, but why at me? "Ya leave fa one minute an' ya already kissin' anodda guy," he murmurs to himself, but I could hear him.

"Do you think I chose to kiss that guy?" I stop walking. Spot stops walking and turns to me. "He attacked me. Why would you ever think I'd cheat on you like that?" I tried not to raise my voice.

"Dat's what it looked like."

"Oh yeah, because a girl struggling to get away from a guy means she chose to be with him," I remark. I turn around and start to walk away.

"Where are ya goin'?" he asks.

"Back to my apartment," I say not turning around. I don't hear anything else from him, so I keep walking.

"Christiana, wait," he says. I turn around and see him running up to me. "I'm sorry. Ya right. Do ya fagive me?" Of course I forgive him.

"Yeah, I forgive you," I tell him. He brings his lips to mine. The wonderful feeling runs through me making my knees buckle. We both pull away to catch out breath.

"I love ya," he tells me cupping my face.

"I love you, too."