“Hey, Miles,” Leo said. “Looking good.” The trumpet had sounded for people to leave the courtyard and take their seats inside the theater for the evening performance. I turned around and there was Miles, wearing a button-up shirt with his favorite jeans. He’d even combed his hair. His timing was perfect. “Are you going to the play or something?” Leo asked. I shifted my basket of programs to my other arm and waited. This was Miles’s part, and he knew his lines. I could see that he was having a hard time keeping from grinning. “Yeah,” Miles said. “So are you.” “What?” I held out the tickets. “We’re all going to As You Like It,” I said. “I got you a ticket.” I hadn’t been able to think of a good way to leave it on Leo’s windowsill (what if it blew away? what if he didn’t see it?) so I’d decided to do it like this.
