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: s
