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“Hey,” I said, sitting down across from him

“Hey,” he replied, leaning in to kissthe binder safely away first

“What did you want to see me about?”

“I have so for you”

“Oh?”

Conjuring an elegant, ivory-colored envelope, seely out of nowhere, he handed it to me, his face unreadable

“What is it?”

“Open it and see”

I did as instructed, carefully slitting the side of the envelope with one of the two knives already set on the table, not wanting to co so beautiful and pulled out two opera tickets

“H-how?”

“My ets them for free,” Chris said casually

I ad opera star, it would likely be one of the first things I would say whensomeone new I knew a bit about his family, mostly how he didn’t connect to them, but this had been the first tier I couldn’t help but wonder what his dad did It would be pretty funny if he was a conductor or so

I’d never been to an opera before, let alone in an opera box When ent later that day, Chris even rented those little opera glasses and daht I had left such notions long behind me, but apparently, it took someone like Chris to remind me of it

The perforeous and moved me in ways I didn’t think possible Since the divorce, I hadn’t really had ti to keep my head above water It was a bold move, but I reached over and squeezed his hand An act of intiht, and he didn’t see back

The intermission came, and ent down to the lobby for over-priced food and drink, Chris paying for everything I wanted I was a bit embarrassed to be treated like that, but he pretty much insisted

“What do you think?” he asked

“It was a!” I enthused mouth full of fancy canape

“I’ embarrassed

“You don’t?”