Sean exited the train at Belmont and hurried down the stairs. It was after one A.M., yet the crowds, the partiers, were still lively in this part of town. He made his pace brisk, spurred on both by the chill in the air, which had dipped into the forties this late September night, and by the thought of seeing his beloved. Arliss had once told him that performing left him depleted, yet now that they were together, that changed. Now, Arliss was almost always jazzed after a performance, and the resulting bedroom fireworks would make Sean a very tired employee at work the next day, but he didn’t mind the trade-off.
Not one bit.