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"Not really. I usually wait until they come out on blu-ray."

"Here." I put my hands over her eyes. "Put your hand out and point."

"What are you doing?"

"Just point to the screen. Whatever you point at we'll go to."

She laughs. "That's crazy."

"Who cares? Now point."

People are going past us, giving us strange looks but I just ignore them.

"What'd I pick?" she asks.

I follow her finger to the screen and see she picked a cartoon. I don't want to see a cartoon so I pick the movie listed under it. I drop my hands from her eyes and put my arm around her waist. "Come on." I walk up to the ticket counter.

"What'd I pick?"

"Two for Shark Bite," I tell the ticket girl as I get out my wallet.

"Shark Bite?" Kira looks up at the movie times. "Are you sure I picked that one?"

The girl gives me the tickets and I take Kira's hand and walk over to the concession stand. "You want anything?"

"No. I just ate." She turns to me. "I don't want to see this. I hate sharks."

"Then it's gonna be a long ninety-five minutes." I smile. "Of course, if you get bored, I'm sure we could find other things to do. We'll sit in the back just in case." I lead her past the concession stand to the guy who takes the tickets.

"To your left," he says. "Fourth one down."

We go in the theater, which is nearly empty because this movie's been out for three weeks. I walk to the back row and take a seat right in the middle.

"We're really sitting in the last row?" she asks, still standing.

"Yeah. Why?"

"We're not..." She glances at the screen, then back at me. "Doing things. I mean, just because we're sitting here doesn't mean we're..."

She can't even say it, I think because she's not sure what I was implying. Did she think I meant sex? I wouldn't have sex in a movie theater, not even an empty one. I'm open to taking risks, but I'm not going to risk getting arrested.

"Hey." I grab her hand and pull on her until she sits down. "I was just kidding. We're just watching the movie."

"Oh." She sounds disappointed. So she wanted to make out in the theater? I'm so confused.

Once she's situated, her purse tucked on the side, I turn to her and say, "You need to tell me what you want."

"What are you talking about?"

"I told you to be direct. So if you're okay with me kissing you, then tell me."

She looks at me. "Do you want to kiss me?"

"So fucking bad I can't stand it."

Her lips turn up. "Then do it."

Some guy coughs in the front row. A deep phlegmy cough that's disgusting and doesn't stop.

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