"So... I live up by Preston Circus, right?" Ash started. "There's this little cinema there; it's really old, actually. Because it's independent, they show art-house and more off-the-radar films. I brought a brochure along." Ash pointed with his spoon. "It's in the bottom of the bag. Take a look."
Fizz looked through the bag, his fingers trembling. He found the brochure, and stared at it. His mind instantly got carried away with images of him and Ash sitting in a darkened back row. He'd never even been to a cinema before, but he could guess what people did in the back row. Or wanted to do.
"Me and Ryan go sometimes," Ash said casually, leaning against the hob. He stirred his mixture in the pan. "It's real nice, and because it's not mainstream, it isn't full of loud, annoying morons. If yo
