As we approached the theatre, Axel suddenly veered toward a side entrance I'd never noticed before.
"Where are we going?" I asked, following him through a different door marked 'VIP Access Only.'
"I may have made a small upgrade to our movie experience," he said with a slight smirk, leading me down a carpeted hallway lined with movie posters.
"What kind of upgrade?"
"The kind where we don't have to deal with crying babies or teenagers texting during the movie."
A uniformed attendant greeted us at the end of the hallway. "Good evening, Mr. O'Brien. Your private screening room is ready."
I stopped walking. "You booked a private room? When?"
"On our way here, when I was on my phone. I figured after the week we've had, we deserved a little luxury," Axel said, looking unsure all of a sudden. "Is that okay? Too much?"
"It's..." I paused, taking in the plush surroundings and the attendant, who was waiting patiently. "Actually, it's perfect."
