Page 61 of Gemini
I glanced at him, suspiciously. “Time for what?”
His gaze caught mine as he put the car into gear. “You hungry?”
Admittedly, the wrap from earlier had hardly kept me full. “I could eat,” I said.
“Good.” He headed north. As we traveled into a more populated area, he stopped next to a park filled with food trucks. “Don’t know what you like so figure you can pick. It’s on me.”
“Oh, I can pay, I still owe you for the wrap—”
“Don’t worry about it.” He parked at the end of the street, turning the car off.
“I owe your brother too, really, you don’t have to—”
“Too bad.” He got out. He bent his head to look back at me. “You coming or what?”
I sat there for a moment, the smell of fried food hitting me, making my mouth water. “Alright, I won’t fight.”
“That’s the spirit.”
“Creep,” I said, opening my side and scooting out. I heard him chuckle as I shut the door. We walked over to the trucks where I had my pick of everything from loaded fries to tacos. I went through a few options before picking a Greek food truck and ordering a gyro. Lez, to my not so utter shock, practically ordered half the menu. As we waited, I saw the place was packed with college students. Lez grabbed our order and returned to the van.
“I got a better location for us to fill up,” he said as he put the bag of food between us. I didn’t ask where exactly as he made his way south toward the clubhouse. I assumed he was takingus back there when he turned down a side street and slowed. As we came upon a line of cars turning toward a gated entrance, he maneuvered into one of their lanes.
“Uh, Leslie, where…” I stopped when I saw a lit-up sign next to the gate that said Drive-in. Beyond the sign was a movie screen just visible above a row of trees. “They still have these?” I said, a little stunned.
“One of the last in the state.” He pulled up to the gate and handed the tenant a hundred-dollar bill. “Two for the double-feature.”
As we entered a spacious lot, Lez headed to the left side, turning into a spot so that the back of the car faced the screen. I hopped out as he shut the engine off but left the radio running.
“What are we seeing exactly?” I asked as he opened the back doors.
“A classic. Don’t expect we’ll stay for both shows, but they’re playing my favorite first.”
I was about to repeat the question when the movie screen popped on, showing a still image.
Dawn of the Dead and Day of the Dead: Double feature starting in five minutes.
Next to the words was a picture of a grotesque zombie chasing after a scantily clad woman. In the background, a group of army men were shooting at a horde.
I stared at the screen and cracked a smile. “Mmm, blood and guts. Great choice for a dinner experience.”
Leslie gathered a thick blanket from the back and unfurled it. “What? Corpses don’t make you hungry?” He gave me a sly look. “I figured being around cold meat all day, it wouldn’t faze you.”
I sighed as he slid over the bag of food. “You’d be right, unfortunately.”
He grinned as he sat on the edge and I took a seat next to him. By the time we unpacked the food and started taking our first few bites, the movie started.
“You’ve seen this one before?” Lez asked.
I swallowed down my food before answering, “Is that a trick question?”
“Didn’t want to assume the girl who spent her time around dead people was also into zombies. Seems—I don’t know—stereotyping.”
“I didn’t say they were my favorite.”
“Too obvious?”
I popped a fry in my mouth. “It used to be slashers until not too long ago.”
