His dad let out a laugh, dug into his deep pockets, and magically produced two Jolly Rancher lollipops. It was amazing. His dad was basically a real-life Santa Claus who carried emergency snacks everywhere he went. ​"Thanks, Dad!" Daniel hollered, turning on his heels and

Daniel swore under his breath. His jeans were completely waterlogged, but his top half was bone-dry thanks to his rain jacket—an absurd combination situation he wasn't loving. All because his umbrella had chosen this exact moment to turn into a useless metal stick. ​A concerned

the subway will take thirty to forty minutes, so we'll get there right when the sun is still pretty high. We can move now and wait out the heat down near Chelsea, or hang out around here. Plenty to sink our teeth into either way." Before long, the barista called out their order.