She checked three times to make sure they had their tickets before leaving the hotel; he gave the others directions over the phone from the back of the cab weaving through city traffic. They paid and jumped out still two blocks away because they couldn’t wait for the light, couldn’t wait another minute.
“First time?” The man in the booth smiled. “Party of two?”
“Our friends aren’t here yet… should we wait? What do you suggest?”
“Don’t worry. You’ll find each other inside. All part of it.” He took the tickets, returned the stubs; the doors slid open. “Enjoy yourselves.”
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