“No more last-minute trips sprung on you,” I tease, making her laugh.
“Exactly. God, I love him, but sometimes Mason forgets that it takes a little more planning with a little one involved.” She sighs.
I hum. “You know, I can probably get you tickets. I know someone who’s good at that type of thing.”
Olivia’s eyes soften. “You don’t have to do that.”
“I want to. Give me a second.” I pull out my phone.
I pull out my phone and type out a quick text.
Me
Hey, I need tickets for Six for tonight. Can you make it happen?
Chad
Let me see what I can do. I’m assuming for the five of you?
“Do you want tickets for just you three, or would you mind if Max and I tag along?” I ask.
“We would love for you guys to join us, but only if you don’t have plans.”
Me
Yes, please.
I know I should ask Max if he wants to go, but knowing him, he would just say yes. He would never turn down spending time with his family.
I set down my phone. “Okay, we should know here in a little bit if tickets are secured.”
“Thank you. You really didn’t have to do that.” She smiles.
“It’s my pleasure and not a big deal. What is the point of having connections if I can’t use them?” I ask her.
“Oh, I meant to tell you, Tristen says hi,” she says, referring to one of the girls who works back at the hotel in Boston, who she had grown close with.
She’s a sweet girl.
“How is she?” I ask.
“Good. Busy but good. Mason promoted her from front desk to supervisor. She’s taking on night shifts,” Liv informs me.
“Aren’t we all busy?” I muse. “I’m glad she got the promotion. I know Max had his eye on her. She’s good for business.”
“That she is. She somehow knows how to handle even the toughest guests. I’m glad she stayed after everything went down,” Liv says, alluding to the mass exodus we had a few years ago, which led to her being placed to work at the hotel in the first place.
“How are the girls?” I ask, changing the subject.
“Good. We missed you the last time we had a spa day,” she says, making my heart pang.
“I’m sorry I missed it,” I tell her, hating that I am so far away.
It’s not so easy hearing all about their lives moving on when I’m stuck in New York wishing I was back home. It makes me miss the place more than ever.
“It’s fine. I think you were in London, and we know you love it there,” she tells us.
“God, I love that city.” I smile. “I swear I eat my weight in food every time I go.”
