Emily hooks her arm around Colin’s. “Come on. It will be fun. I promise.”
“That’s what you said last time and I was treated to a sixteen hour ballet,” Colin says. He frees himself from Emily’s grasp and begins to walk the other way.
“It was only three hours,” Emily says, “Besides, this time it’s Shakespeare. His stuff is wonderful and just as relevant as anything today.”
“Only as a sleeping aide, perhaps.”
“Colin!” Emily can’t decide if she’s angry or amused.
“To sleep, to dream, perchance to wake.” Colin waves his hands about as he imagines all Shakespearian actors do.
“I don’t think that’s quite how it goes,” Emily says, “but I do like the effort.”
Colin smiles. “I’ll give it a shot, I guess. Can’t be so bad if I get to sit next to you the entire time.”
Emily smiles as well.
