Aleks zipped up his jacket and strolled out the Met’s stage door, then around to the front of the building. Lincoln Center Plaza bustled with people tonight, leaving performances at the brightly lit Alice Tully Hall and New York State Theater. He paused by one of the Met’s tall marquees to watch the crowd and drink in some fresh air. Five minutes, then he’d head back inside. He’d just turned to do so when his glance landed on a solitary jeans-and-leather-jacketed figure cutting purposefully across the plaza a few feet away. He’d know those strong shoulders and that wavy brown hair anywhere. “David? Is that you?” David halted and wheeled around, breaking out in a surprised smile. “Well, you’re the last person I expected to see. What’re you doing here?” “It’s Colette’s dress rehearsal for Rosenkavalier. She opens tomorrow night.” “Oh I forgot about that. So she didn’t cancel, huh?
