The armored SUV glided to a stop in front of the Grand Majestic Theater. The neon marquee was buzzing, casting a vibrant pink and blue glow over the sidewalk. As Ethan and Lilly stepped out, the manager, who was busy buffing the brass railings, nearly dropped his cloth. He started to move toward them, but Ethan gave him a subtle, firm shake of the head. The message was clear: Not tonight. Just a customer.
They walked up to the ticket booth, where the smell of buttery popcorn was already wafting through the air.
"Two tickets for 'Stellar Hearts,' please," said Ethan.
"Oh, that one doesn't start for another hour, folks. The previous showing just began," said the girl behind the glass.
Lilly turned to Ethan, a playful spark in her eyes. "An hour? I think I can find a few ways to kill sixty minutes in this neighborhood. My treats, though!"
"I don't think so, Lilly. But I'm open to suggestions," said Ethan.
