A Perfect Matinee

Declan

We grabbed our things, Noah bouncing the entire way to the elevator. The ride down felt quick, his excitement filling every available space.

The Bentley purred to life. Noah claimed the backseat again, kicking his feet and humming some tune I didn't recognize.

"There's a theater near Union Square," Avery said, pulling out her phone. "Showtime in forty minutes."

"Perfect."

Traffic cooperated