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It isn't long until people start filing out of the theatre. Syd and I remain in our spot on the floor watching them go. Logically, I know that I should get up and return to my room, but the chance of getting to see Andrew again––even if he just quickly passes by us––is too tempting to miss.
Seeming to understand my desire, Syd sits quietly by my side. A few of the people emerging from the theatre give us strange looks for sitting on the floor, but most pass by without giving us a second glance. Eventually, the crowd diminishes to just a trickle, but there is still no sign of Andrew.
The door hasn't opened for several minutes, and I am beginning to feel like someone standing by the microwave waiting for that last kernel of popcorn to pop as I stare at it. Just when I am beginning to w
