Stepping into the night, Emily inhaled deeply, letting the smell of wet concrete replace the stale popcorn of the theater. It must have rained a bit during the movie. She felt a little smug and gave her pocket, and the compact umbrella within, a little pat. If it rained again she'd be prepared. Glancing over to her companion, the feeling faded a bit.
Pasha was definitely the type the play in the rain, wasn't he? She could feel it in her bones. They should stop by a pharmacy and get something for his future cold before it gets too future serious.
The thought of the future had Emily scrunching her face a bit, and before Pasha could offer his feelings on the movie, she blurted out, "I didn't like the end."
Somebody was supposed win right?
Though that was another problem, she never knew who she was really rooting for during the story. Face scrunching further, she pulled out one of the carrot sticks she had smuggled into the theater, and bit into it with decided frustration.
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