“I’ll try my best to think of something,” she promised. She pointed to a door. “This one is your room.”
She held out a key card which Marco snatched from her hand as if he were stealing candy from a sibling. He slid it into the door before pushing it open.
“Start thinking,” he advised and opened the door to his suite and went inside.
Sabrina shook her head and went to the next door and slid her key card in just as she'd seen Marco do for his. Inside, the room was cool and comfortable with a soft light coming from the window.
The windows were draped with pale curtains that let in a comfortable light. She stepped in and let the heavy door swing shut behind her.
Oh, my God, she thought, as she looked around.
The lights revealed a hotel suite that was twice the size of the trailer she'd grown up in. She gasped and walked straight to the curtains at the far end, letting her fingers dance over the expensive-looking furniture as she moved. Everything looked brand new. Even the carpet, though light in color, was plush and looked as if it had never been walked on.
Sabrina pulled back the thin curtains to the heavier ones on the side to look out the window. Never before had she been so high up in a building and it took a moment for her to convince herself that it was all real and not one big daydream. Her eyes perused the landscape and stopped when they came upon the Statue of Liberty standing tall in the bay.
Unbelievable, she thought, shaking her head in wonder. It was like something out of a movie.
Sabrina stared out the window for another several minutes before finally drifting to the bed. She collapsed face first into the comforter, enjoying the delightful fluffiness before immediately standing back up.
No time to relax. I should get unpacked and start trying to figure out something fun to do tonight, she thought.
She wondered when the bellhop would arrive when the phone on the nightstand rang. It was loud as could be and caused her to jump.
Who could that be? She thought, picking up the receiver.
“Hello?”
“Hello, Ms. Wise,” a man said theatrically.
Sabrina quickly recognized the voice. It was Marco.
“Are you finding all of your amenities to be in order?” he asked, mocking an overly formal tone.
“Everything is incredible,” Sabrina replied, sounding a bit more awestruck than she’d intended.
“I'm very glad to hear it, love,” Marco said, his voice dropping back to its normal pitch. “I don’t know if you’ve had the television on at all, but I just saw my third commercial for the Yankees / Red Sox game this evening.”
Sabrina hadn’t even thought about turning on the TV yet. She’d been much too captivated by the show on display out her window.
“I'd like to attend this event,” Marco said after a short beat.
“You want to go to the game?” Sabrina asked.
“Yes. This evening, I'd like us to attend.” he said. “It appears that it must be a rather important game. Or at least that's how it has been advertised. It's certainly something for us to do.”
“I think there's a pretty big rivalry between those two teams,” Sabrina said. “Are you a baseball fan?”
“No, not exactly,” he admitted. “Are you?”
“My dad is. We root for the Atlanta Braves, and he watches the games on TV on his days off,” Sabrina replied. “Do you have a favorite team?”
“We don't have professional baseball where I'm from,” he explained. “But everyone knows about the Yankees. And we’re in New York. Let’s go to a game together.”
“The only problem, is that if the game is tonight there’s a good chance they might be sold out of tickets already,” Sabrina said. “It's probably been sold out for months.”
“It won't be a problem for Valetta,” he assured her as if it were the most casual thing in the world to get last minute tickets to a sold-out game. “Will you go with me?”
“I’d love to.” The words seemed to fly out from her chest instead of her mouth.