A quick brush of the hand as she grabs the video tapes and smiles dark eyes glittering against the store’s florescent lights from the spark of quick contact. A phone number on the counter to call later tonight.
I’ve talked to her almost every day but finally asked her out. She picked The Burning, Pieces, and Suspira. A horror fanatic, my kind of girl.
I’m already trembling with anticipation. I haven’t been on a date in years and movies usually felt more real to me than most people.
Something tells me she understands that.
Something tells me she’ll be different.
