“Of those three, I know exactly which one I’d pick, hands down, but I want to know if you’d pick the same one.”
“I’d pick-,” I began but he cut me off with a warm finger to my lips.
“No, let’s play a game.”
“Oooh, a game. I rock at games. I dominate at games. I am a game master.”
“Are you finished?”
“Yes, proceed.”
“Here’s my card.”
“Okay,” I said, taking the little plastic Visa.
“I’ll stand here while you buy your ticket. You go on inside, then it’ll be my turn.”
“And?”
“Hopefully we pick the same film.”
“This game sucks,” I told him.
“Just play along, January.”
“Fine,” I said, convinced he was going to choose Alien or Indiana Jones.
I debated whether I should just choose whatever film I thought he would want but that was defeating the spirit of the "game."
“Un biglietto per Ritorno al Futuro, per favore?”
The attendant took the card, ran it and I pocketed my ticket.
“Your card, sir.”
He took the card and palmed it in his hand.
“Thank you.”
“I’ll see you inside, then?” I asked, feeling unsure for some reason.
“In just a few. Need anything?”
“No, I can wait until later.”
“All right,” he said, leaning in and kissing my cheek.
Thomas
As soon as January went inside, I went to the attendant’s window and purchased a ticket to Back to the Future hoping she chose the same one. I slid my card and the ticket inside my wallet. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
“Following us?” I asked Jonah casually as I turned to my left.
He hefted himself off the wall a few yards from the ticket booth, unfolding his arms and taking his sweet ass time to reach me.
“No. Just a coincidence.”
“Right. A coincidence. You know what else might be coincidental?”