The night before the rally happened, Lila and Spot were set up to have their date. Lila had no clue of what Spot was planning, but all she knew was that she was supposed to meet him at the Bridge at 11:00. Being out late wasn't a good idea but she knew Jack was spending the night at the Jacobs', so she could slip out.
She wore the only good clothing she had which was one of Jack's old flannels and a pair of jeans paired with her boots she wore for selling. She easily slipped out of the lodging house and started her journey to the bridge.
When she got there, Spot hadn't shown up yet, so she looked out at the river as if it were any other night. After a few minutes, she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist causing her to tense until she heard the familiar voice, "Hey Kelly."
"Conlon."
She turned around and hugged him, "You okay?"
"Yeah." She pulled back and smiled
Spot held out his hand, "You ready, my lady?"
Lila giggled and nodded, taking his hand.
They walked to Brooklyn and headed to the docks. When they got there, Lila was astonished by the sight. A blanket had been laid out right by the edge of the dock by the water, and two plates and a basket, probably filled with food, laid out on top.
"Spot."
"What?" He gave a cheeky grin and ran down to the docs, practically dragging her with him.
The two sat and ate their food, talking about whatever came to mind, the strike, their favorite things to do.
