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I hooked my thumb over my shoulder. “In the back. Like a normal human.”
With a wrinkle of her nose, she made a distasteful face. “Don’t you need binoculars to see from that far away?”
“Hey.” I scooped up a handful of popcorn. “Don’t knock it ’til you try it.”
“What’re you doing sitting up here, then?” she countered, arching an eyebrow in censure.
“Because all the damn normal people back there took my usual spot.” With an annoyed roll of my eyes, I turned my attention to the front, where I read the movie quiz question flashing across the screen.
Pointing, I answered it, saying, “Harrison Ford,” and returned my attention to her. “So is this a coincidence, running into you here?” I asked, motioning around us with another handful of popcorn. “Or are you stalking me, now?”
“Yes,” she droned dryly. “You caught me. I’m totally stalking you. That’s why I showed up before you did.”
“All the best stalkers show up before their targets,” I agreed, only to sigh and shake my head, growing serious. “Seriously though, why are you at this theater?”
If I’d known she was going to be here, I would’ve stayed at my trusty, old, same, close-to-home place.
Where no one ever took my damn seat.
“Why do you think?” she countered, bitterly. “I’m avoiding—” Pausing suddenly, she glanced at me, making me think she’d come here for the same reason I had: so we could avoid each other. I grew warm under my shirt until she finished simply with, “Creepy men,” which reminded me—oh yeah—she had been harassed by that scary fucker last time.
Right. I should’ve considered that before coming here.
Nodding and playing it all off as casually as I could, I agreed, “Ah, yes. Me too.”
She lifted her brows as if intrigued. “You’re avoiding creepy men, too, huh?” Reaching her hand into my popcorn bowl before I could even offer her any, she took her own scoop and brought it to her mouth, only to pause and say, “Well, if you weren’t so pretty, you know, they probably wouldn’t hit on you so much.”
Touché. I wanted to congratulate her for that one. But I merely grinned out a sigh, and answered, “Don’t I know it.” Then I bumped my elbow into hers and tipped my head toward the question on the screen before saying, “Terminator 2.”
She rolled her eyes. “You’re only answering the easy ones, so I’ve yet to be impressed by your cinematic knowledge.”
I shot her an arch look. “Oh, so it’s like that, is it? Fine.” Facing forward to read the next questions, I added, “You’re on.”
“Um. I don’t recall challenging you to a competition.”
“Then you weren’t paying attention.” And I immediately called, “Days of Thunder.”
“Far and Away,” Yellow countered.
I sniffed, only for the answer to flash across the screen as either Days of Thunder or Far and Away being a correct answer.
With a frown, I glanced over. “Tie.”
She rolled her eyes, already focusing on the screen before snapping her fingers and saying, “Tom Hanks.”
I read the question and sniffed. “So easy.”
From then on out, it was a race to see who answered first, not just who answered correctly. And when the questions stopped and the theater darkened, I was actually a little irritated about the movie beginning.
This was getting bad. I think my tiny crush had just grown not-so-tiny.
When the ending credits rolled, we walked out together.
“Thank God that one went so much better than the last,” Yellow gushed as we paused to dump our trash. “Because if it had ended up like the other movie, I was going to have to blame you for jinxing the entire filming industry.”
“Hey!” I cried. “How would it be my fault? I didn’t choose how the last movie ended because, let me tell you right now, it would’ve gone down a totally different way if I’d had a say.”
Eyes sparkling impishly, she glanced up at me and lifted an eyebrow. “If the movie turns sour every time you sit by me, that’s some bad juju, right there. I’d have to blame you. I mean, who else would there be to blame?”
