Ten minutes later, they drove up to the discount theater. Michael scanned the board. “Lots of end of summer action flicks,” he said with a grimace.
Sheridan wrinkled her nose. “Is that all?”
He regarded the options again. “You okay with subtitles? There's a Spanish film.”
“Sure, why not?” she agreed. Slipping her fingers through his, she led him forward to the Plexiglas booth, where a pimply-faced youth with greasy blond hair rang up the tickets and ushered him inside.
“Popcorn?” Michael asked. I wonder what the protocol is.
“No, thanks. I've had enough to eat,” she replied. Handing the tickets to a girl with a long ponytail, they proceeded down a thick red carpet with golden swirls and entered a dark room.
They were the only two people in the theater. At first, they tried to watch t
