“Real quick, hang on,” Gio said, snatching the old tickets out of Marco’s hand. “Hey, kid.” He stopped a gangly teenager in a jersey. “You got tickets?” The kid shook his head. “No, man.” “Now you do.” Gio handed them over with a flourish. “Are you serious?” The kid gaped down at his hand as if Santa himself had just bestowed a magical gift. “Pay it forward,” Marco announced cheerfully. “Let’s go.” He led the way inside.
