Drabble: (move) (casey and lisa)
Based on a true story.
Lisa picked the movie, as usual, some terrible romantic comedy. A few dozen other bored viewers were scattered around the cinema. Casey consoled himself with popcorn and a sixteen ounce soda, so he had to excuse himself to the men’s room during act three.
When he returned to the theatre, he spied familiar blonde hair, walked down the aisle, sat, and put his arm around her shoulders.
‘Excuse me,’ she whispered. ‘Who are you?’
Casey blinked. ‘Oh, God,’ he said. ‘You’re not Lisa.’
‘I’m Gertrude,’ the stranger smiled.
Slowly, Casey turned around. Two rows behind, Lisa did not look pleased.
Lisa picked the movie, as usual, some terrible romantic comedy. A few dozen other bored viewers were scattered around the cinema. Casey consoled himself with popcorn and a sixteen ounce soda, so he had to excuse himself to the men’s room during act three.
When he returned to the theatre, he spied familiar blonde hair, walked down the aisle, sat, and put his arm around her shoulders.
‘Excuse me,’ she whispered. ‘Who are you?’
Casey blinked. ‘Oh, God,’ he said. ‘You’re not Lisa.’
‘I’m Gertrude,’ the stranger smiled.
Slowly, Casey turned around. Two rows behind, Lisa did not look pleased.