The neon sign for "Dirty Frank’s" flickered, casting a bruised purple glow over the rain-slicked pavement of Pine Street. Inside, Elias sat at the far end of the bar, his hands—calloused from forty years of restoring South Philly rowhomes—wrapped around a glass of neat rye.

"Better," she said, tucking her arm into his. "Let’s go find a better backdrop. I hear the bridge looks like diamonds this time of night."

"Just looking at old blueprints," Elias said, sliding the photo toward her.

"Nonsense," she said, the shutter clicking. "The light in this city only gets better after dark."

When the rain let up, they walked out together. Claire pulled out a small digital camera. "Stand by the lamppost," she commanded.

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"Better," she said, tucking her arm into his. "Let’s go find a better backdrop. I hear the bridge looks like diamonds this time of night." mature pics philly

"Just looking at old blueprints," Elias said, sliding the photo toward her. The neon sign for "Dirty Frank’s" flickered, casting

"Nonsense," she said, the shutter clicking. "The light in this city only gets better after dark." " she said

When the rain let up, they walked out together. Claire pulled out a small digital camera. "Stand by the lamppost," she commanded.