PSL: Jamie in New York City

It was one thing to live alone in the metropolitan jungle that was New York by oneself: it was entirely another to be doing it with the sudden addition of a better than six-foot Scot from Ye Olden Days who had a lot of ideas about how people should behave. Noriko, case in point, was spending more and more time bemused at James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser's continual learning curve and decided she'd take it easy on the guy for a night, and actually walk him through modern socialization.

So she came back to her apartment in her work clothes and changed into something comfortable and moderately stylish, being leather skinny jeans with a raspberry tunic and boots, leaving the shopping bag with clothes of a similar nature for Jamie by the door. "Come on," she called, coming back downstairs to pick up a jacket. "Come out with me, I want to take you to see someplace you'll like." It was quiet--not a club after the first try of that had gone sideways--and outdoors, somewhere he could at least feel a little more at home. She figured the Loch in Central Park was as close to the Highlands as one could get without leaving the island.

"Do you trust me?"