“We do,” I agreed, gently squeezing his hand. “Come on. Let’s get going before we miss the show entirely.” I grabbed his hand, pulling him away from the station and toward the theatre.
With the e-tickets already downloaded on my phone, we were admitted quickly and just had enough time to find our seats as the curtains lifted and the play started.
We were both completely engrossed in the show as a young Simba came onto the screen. Cedric reached for my hand, refusing to let go of it for the remainder of the show, even when the intermission started.
“That was amazing.” I gave his hand a gentle squeeze.
“I have to admit, I shed a tear when Mufasa died.”
“I shed more than a few tears,” I pouted and leaned into him. “I’m really looking forward to seeing how they execute the rest of the show.”
“Me too,” he agreed and leaned in, lowering his voice to say, “Do you want to play a game, darling?”
A shiver ran down my spine at his tone.
“Don’t tell me you want to play Among Us right now,” I teased and nodded, eager to find out what he had in mind.
"Arguably, this game is more fun than Among Us,” Cedric grinned and gestured to a couple sitting near the front. "What do you think they're talking about?"
Following his direction, I stared at the middle-aged couple who were sitting with their heads close to each other, their mouths moving furiously as they spoke in what I could only recognise as hushed, harsh whispers.
“They’re arguing,” I murmured my findings after a few moments.
“It looks like he’s done something to upset her.”
"She's far more fired up than he is. And he looks like he's apologising for something."
“I wonder what it is,” he murmured before mimicking what the man could possibly be saying to his wife. “I’m sorry, honey, but I was only talking to the receptionist. I promise it’s not what it looks like. I wasn’t flirting with her.”
"That's what you said the last time, and then I came home to find you in bed with Amy," I mimicked the wife but was quick to shut myself up when we realised that this was so much more than a simple argument.
"Perhaps we should find a couple a little less…intense," Cedric chuckled.
Turning my head, I glanced around the hall for our next victims. When my eyes settled on a group of four who sat slightly to our right, a few rows ahead, I grinned and nudged Cedric.
“The men or the women?” He asked.
“The women,” I answered. “They look like they’re gossiping.”
"Have you seen Julia lately?" Cedric began, mimicking the blonde female that was sitting closest to us. "She looks like she's put on ten pounds. Fifteen, maybe.”
"Really? I saw her only last month," I put on a high-pitched voice as I went for the darker-haired female.
“I guess that’s what a divorce does to you.”
“Especially one as messy as hers,” I snorted, just as it looked like the dark-haired woman had done.
“Speaking of messy divorces, have you heard about Bernadette?”
“Bernadette from the golf club?”
“Yes. She went home last week to find her husband in bed with their golf instructor.”
“Oh, that’s terrible!” I gasped, imitating the shock on the dark-haired woman’s face as she hung off her friend’s every word.
“And you know what the worst part is?” Cedric read the blonde woman’s lips, but we never got to find out what the worst part was.
When the woman on the right turned her head to glance at something on the side, her hair just as blonde and wavy as mine, my breath hitched.