He smirked. She nodded.
“I have officially caught the bug.”
“Good. What do you want to do with it?”
She smirked and looked at Jerome. “I think I need to introduce you gents to a little movie calledNational Treasure.”
Jerome groaned. “Sounds boring.”
“Oh, it isn’t. I promise you that.”
Aaron shrugged. “I’m in. I’ll watch anything with you, Esmie.”
“It sounds like history, so you know I’m in.” Chad lifted her hand as the other two men scooted away back to their own seats, then kissed her knuckles. “I may be annoyed if they get it wrong,though. Hollywood is notorious for playing fast and loose with historical events.”
“You have no idea.” She smirked. “But you will.”
She turned her head, hand still gently held in Chad’s, and looked out the window, smiling at her faint reflection, at the expanse of blue sky beyond, at the curvature of the earth below. At the entirety of the Now around her.
“You will.”
