No one's POV

Spot was walking across the Brooklyn Bridge, a little before the sun went down.

He had no real reason, he just wanted to.

He saw a person leaning against the railing. A girl. But.. in a newsies' outfit.

Strange.

He walked up to the girl, casiously.
"Hiya, ya need some help miss?"

She nearly jumped and turned around.

She looked like she'd seen a ghost.

"N-No thanks uhm..."

"Spot Conlon, king o' Brooklyn, at'chyour service"

"I'm... Shakes..."

"I can tell why that's your name, not gonna lie to ya, Shakes"

"Oh.. uhm..."

"It's alright, I'm just messin whit'cha"

Spot looked at the sun, which was on the brink of setting

"Do ya have a place to stay, Shakes?"

"... Huh? Oh, no"

"Follow me then!"

Spot grabbed the girl's hand, she looked confused but went with it because what else was she gonna do? Honestly.

He led Shakes across the rest of the bridge, (they were both halfway across) and to his little "Hut" by the river.

"Soo, there's a couple blankets set up on the roof, I'll get'cha-a pillow."

"Oh, y-you don't have to do tha-"

"I insist" Spot smirked and went inside and got a pillow, then headed onto the roof, where Shakes seemed to have already fallen fast asleep.

"Wonder what your day was like, Shakes." He smiled and sat next to her, looking up at the sky and the stars.

Almost hearing Jack sing Santa Fe from his "penthouse"

"Goodnight Shakes."