Cinema

It was 10:00pm. She texted him.

You up?

Maybe

I’m bored, come over

There was a laughing emoji. What did you have in mind?

A wink. I want to watch a scary movie. Can you stay?

Depends on the movie.

He threw a rock at her window on the upper level in her backyard. She looked out the window and opened it.  “Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair.”

Lying on the kitchen table was a bowl of homemade, I mean microwaved, movie theater popcorn, as she began preparing to drench it in butter. There was a tone of three beats as she poured the contents of the bag into a bowl. She threw some popcorn on him as she returned to the room. He grabbed a few pieces and threw it in the air, catching it in his mouth. Nice.

"You ready to watch the movie?", he said as the snow was peaking in through the blinds of the curtains. A large throw blanket keeping them warm from the gentle cold outside. Picking up the remote. Pressing play.

It was always a different genre; romantic, funny, scary, exciting. A scary movie scene was playing, something interrupts in scaring her. He held onto her, holding her comfortably close, keeping her safe, as they sat on the couch, a blanket covering her.