6.6 - Sex And The City

As Carrie sat at her window later that night, the city skyline flickering back to life, she began to type.

The 6.6 magnitude earthquake didn’t just rattle the glassware in Carrie Bradshaw’s Upper East Side apartment; it shattered the fragile peace of her Sunday brunch. 6.6 Sex and the City

“The building shook,” she said, leaning against the doorframe. “But the foundation held.” As Carrie sat at her window later that

Miranda, ever the pragmatist, was staring at her Blackberry. “The subways are down. The bridges are closed. We are officially trapped on an island with eight million panicked people and a dwindling supply of premium vodka.” “But the foundation held

That night, Big showed up at Carrie’s doorstep, windblown and smelling of expensive tobacco and adrenaline. He didn't have a witty remark or a grand gesture. He just looked at her. “You okay, kid?” he asked.

“New York is tougher than it looks,” Big replied, stepping into the dim light of her hallway.