Behind the Ice Wall
“A real date, Sky. A movie. Popcorn. Sitting in a dark theater like two people who don’t have to think about cameras or hearings or any of it.”
I laughed before I could stop myself. “You know that’s basically impossible for me at this point, right? I can’t exactly walk into a theater as Sky Wilson.”
“So don’t,” she said, a mischievous look crossing her face. “Disguise yourself. I want to see you actually try.”
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I took the challenge more seriously than I probably should have, showing up at her apartment that Friday night in a black cap pulled low, a pair of glasses I’d bought specifically for the occasion, and a hoodie that made me look, by her immediate assessment, deeply suspicious.