“New York is tougher than it looks,” Big replied, stepping into the dim light of her hallway.
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. 6.6 Sex and the City
“Forget the shoes, Char,” Samantha said, remarkably calm while checking her reflection in a silver butter knife. “I was mid-sentence with a very handsome structural engineer when the floor started shimmying. If the world is ending, I’d like to be at least two blocks closer to his apartment.” “New York is tougher than it looks,” Big
The four women were huddled under a heavy mahogany table at Balthazar , an establishment that usually served eggs Benedict with a side of judgment, but was currently serving pure, unadulterated panic. He just looked at her
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.
“The building shook,” she said, leaning against the doorframe. “But the foundation held.”