Little talks.

In which cinemas smell of popcorn and love-struck teens.

In which cinemas smell of popcorn and love-struck teens.

Me: why am I watching this again?

Lucy: because it's a new horror film?

Me: but I'm scared of horror films?

Lucy: that's your problem?

Me: oh sh. The movies about to start.

Lucy: ...

Me: ...

Lucy: oh my god.

Me: holy shit.

Lucy: no.

Me: don't go into the dark room you bloody dickhead.

Lucy: if you hold my hand any tighter you're going to cut off my circulation.

Me: oh, sorry.

Lucy: no, keep holding my hand. You're warm. It's nice.