"Link, is it still raining in New York?"
Inside the car, Link glanced outside the window. It was overcast, like the tears that hang in the eyes of a child when his beloved toy is snatched away, waiting for the heavens to decide when they might fall. He found it odd that Franco was calling to ask about the weather.
Link said it wasn't raining.
Franco said, "Link, are you not used to living in New York? How about, after the match, you come back to Miami to live? The company will also try to schedule fights in Miami in the future. I've thought it over, rather than building a new training ground, we might as well acquire one. Coach West's boxing gym is pretty good, and I plan to invest in West Boxing Gym and make it your training base. What do you think?"
"That sounds really good, but I'm doing quite well in New York."
"Really? But I saw you in an interview, and you seemed very irritable."
"That has nothing to do with the weather. I just wanted to make the fight more exciting."