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It seems she’s not the type.
I risk a glance after a beat, watching her move down the street with a purposeful stride.
Folding up the newspaper, I put it under my arm, ready to use as a prop again if I need to.
I let a few people get between us as I follow her at a close distance.
If she senses anything, she doesn’t show it.
With a cap crushing down my too easily identified blue hair, and in a completely non-descript dark hoody and jeans, I look like a million other guys in the city.
I don’t look like the nerdy Christmas sweater wearing dude with the shock of blue hair and the friendly smile that she met yesterday morning.
I preferred that guy, because basically, I am that guy.
I’m not a stalker, and I really hope she never finds out about this, because I’m pretty sure I’m never going to get this woman off of my mind.
Chapter Eighteen
Leanne
Lucky for me, there are a few old noir detective movies showing. I pay for a ticket for the one that starts soonest, and then I go buy some snacks. There’s no line for anything, which is great. It makes me take my time with my choices. I don’t feel as rushed as I would if there were other people waiting. Not that the theatre is empty. An older couple filter into the place after me, and a couple of giggling teenagers who look like they might be young enough to be skipping class exit the ladies room as I move toward the section with the corridor that leads to the screens.
The old couple move ahead of me while I perform a balancing act with my soda and popcorn to show the ticket guy my stub.
“Screen six to the right,” he tells me. “Enjoy!”
“Thanks,” I murmur as I move along the corridor.
The old couple disappear into the screen before mine.
I push the door to screen six open with my back, and I manage not to spill any popcorn or soda.
Clothes shopping alone is great. Going to the movies, not so much.
I guess at least I’m learning something from these solo adventures I’ve been having.
It’s easy to find a seat, because most of them are empty.
There’s a couple making out in the middle of the back row, so I head for a row toward the centre.
An older woman is sitting closer to the front, and there’s a guy in a baseball cap sinking into a seat on the edge of the front row. I don’t think he was there when I walked in. I’m sure I would have noticed.
I get comfortable and put my purse and jacket on the empty seat next to me.
My nerves over my next interview disappear as I immerse myself in the previews with my large bucket of popcorn. I have a moment of regret about my snack choice when I drop a piece and it falls down the middle of my top, but I fish it out quickly and decide it doesn’t matter if I end up covered in little pieces of the messy snack. I’ll shake it off before the interview. It’s not like it’s going to stain my clothes.
I let myself get swept up in the movie’s plot, ignoring some of the overdramatic acting.
When it’s finished, I don’t want to move.
I still have time to waste, but not quite enough for another movie.
If I drink anymore coffee, I’ll be rattling off the walls.
I remember what that guy was drinking yesterday, and I nod slowly as I get up.
I can take my time with a large hot chocolate.
