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dollars across the ticket stand and grabbed the stub. Like millions before him, he had a hidden bag of Skittles under his coat. Trevor nestled down into his seat and prepared himself for the comedy. The advertisements didn’t interest him so his eyes floated over the crowd. Her voice drifted to his ear and his eyes spotted her two rows down. He made his way back to the aisle and sat down next to her. The film started without a word being spoken. Trevor was dumbstruck; how could he not know what to say? He cursed himself for acting like a fifteen-year-old boy.
    â€œDid you get them?” She leaned over the lap of one friend and whispered her question to another.
    â€œNo, I’m so sorry; I only got popcorn and sodas. Do you want me to go out and get them?”
    â€œNo, it’s no big deal.” She sat back in her seat and stared at the screen. Her friend held the popcorn bucket out to her. She smiled pleasantly but shook her head. Trevor’s tried to keep his attention on the movie but it kept drifting back to her. He remembered the candy in his pocket and pulled the Skittles out. Her eyes turned toward him when he tore one end of the bag open.
    â€œDo you want one?” he asked, offering the Skittles.
    â€œNo, that is alright,” she graciously refused. He saw her peer at the candy out of the corner of her eye.
    â€œI don’t mind sharing.” He held the bag out to her. A small hand reached in and took a couple out.
    â€œIf you run out, you know where to come.”
    She laughed and turned to watch the movie but for the first twenty minutes they sat in silence. He glanced over and saw her hands folded together on her lap. He offered more Skittles, she reached inside and took two. The third time she reached for the candy he pulled the bag back and whispered to her.
    â€œThere’s a fee now.”
    â€œIs it a large fee?” she inquired.
    â€œNo, it’s simple, what’s your name?” he asked. She sat silent for a moment.
    â€œSarah,” she said and took two more Skittles, “and your name is?”
    â€œWells … Trevor Wells,” he said in an English accent. She laughed and ran her fingers though her hair.
    After the show she was gone as quickly as she had appeared. Trevor stood next to the water fountain in clear view of the lobby. The viewers gradually made their way outside. He followed the last one out, wondering where she had gone.
    He figured that going back home was meaningless. The only thing waiting for him was a sink full of dirty dishes from the last month and mountains of laundry. The time was somewhere close to seven thirty and the sun began to crawl behind the western horizon. The movie had been three hours–an average duration. He caught another tram and headed downtown to his place of work and favorite bar. It was smaller and quiet compared to most of the places where people went to drink.
    By the time Trevor arrived it was eight o’clock. He walked into Lucky Number 8 and ordered a drink. Sunday nights were usually quiet. It didn’t take long for three guys to ask him to play in their game of pool. This was a normal occurrence. Trevor had become very good at the game over the time he had started going to Lucky Number 8. After two rounds of drinks Trevor walked away with three more wins under his belt. Rarely ever did he lose.
    There she was, sitting at the bar, playing with a skinny red straw in her bright blue drink. He halted, stunned she was there. Before he could force himself to move, another man walked up to her and sat down. Trevor could hear their conversation from where he stood. Relief filled his mind. It wasn’t a date, but the man was attempting to hit on Sarah. He was really ridiculous about it too and embarrassed Trevor with his pick-up lines. Trevor took a seat and picked at the chip in the counter while he listened. Sarah forced a smile on her face and shook her head, rejecting the offer the man had