Believing lies

chapter 4

"I didn't peg you as the Shakespeare in the Park," I whisper to him.

"Have you actually been to one?" He asks and I shake my head and he chuckles "exactly, you of all people should not judge a book by its cover Belle" He smiles.

"So why?" I question as he slaps the tickets in his empty hand.

"Because we're both trying something new and I don't think you'd appreciate watching it during the winter." He says and I nod, "my roommate in college tried to drag me to one but I refused, he hated me for it." he says and I laugh.

"So, what are they showing?"

"Hamlet." He says as we move up in the line, he hands the person our tickets, and he nods allowing us in. "Anyway, since we're sitting near the back and if we get truly bored we can sneak away."

"Oh, you rebel," I muse, and he chuckles placing a hand on my lower back and guides me up the bleachers.

"Don't worry, I've got another thing up my sleeve just in case" he says into my ear.

"Next your gonna bring me to the orchestra," I tease as he nudges me to sit down.

"That a bad thing?" He asks.

"I like the orchestra's where it's based on the movies," I confess.

"Oh like the Star Wars music?" He asks and I nod. "Well noted" he smiles, suddenly he reaches into his pocket and plucks out his phone. I watch his expression turn cold.

"Bad news?" I question.

"More like annoyed," He grumbles and shuts off his phone before sliding it back into his pocket. "just work," he says and turns to me.

"Something wrong?" I quiz.

"Nah, nothing I can't deal with until the morning," He assures me and smiles at me, I nod slowly. "So what about you? how's your book coming along?" He asks. It has been a week since I started my book and since he ordered me flowers.

"It's coming along, slowly, the plot still isn't quite there yet and I just finally convinced my team about a contemporary book, much to their dismay," I tell him as the bleachers fill up.

"I still don't understand their pressuring towards you, if you didn't intend to have a sequel then the topic should be dropped and I think the book shouldn't have a sequel," He says.

"You think that?" I ask and he nods. "wow, honestly not a lot of people can agree with you, on my book tour there was always someone who questioned about a sequel." I tell him.

"Well, they clearly didn't understand the damn book," he mumbles and I chuckle, soon the stage lights dim and the crowd goes quiet. Ten minutes later River leans in and whispers, "what are our chances of staying after the intermission?" He says huskily.

I bite my lip and watch the actors and actresses on the stage and sigh, "not likely. But I like the thought." I tell him.

"Hopefully my other plan isn't just as bad." He muses against my ear before pulling back, I shake my head and smile.

"For your ego, I hope it does too" I whisper to him. The rest of the time during the play we couldn't keep our sly comments to ourselves, I knew some people could definitely hear us but at the moment we obviously didn't care. And when intermission came along, he quickly grabbed my hand and rushed us out.

"Okay, first a Shakespeare play and now a dingy jazz bar?" I muse gesturing around the loud place. River laughs.

"I know as hell you've never been in a jazz bar," River says and I shrug "a friend I know from college owns it," He yells into my ear over the music.