Jasmine

Theatre encounter

It is dark in the movie theatre as a small brown Asian girl walks into the room where they play the movie of her liking. She is small, only 155 centimeters, and has straight, black hair that hangs on her shoulders. She wears a comfy white shirt and soft, easy grey shorts. In her nose she has a small and thin golden septum piercing whilst also having pierced ears and, though unvisible since it's covered by her clothes, also a belly button and nipple piercings.
She strolls into dimly lighted room 6 with a large bucket of popcorn and coca cola. Her sneakers make soft sounds on the red carpet. She looks at the ticket, row 6, seat 6. She walks along a couple that looks lost in love. She tries to silently pass the couple that only has their eyes on eachother but unhandily bumps into the guy's knees.

"I am sorry" she softly says.

He looks mad at her. But she procceeds to her seat. Finally there she let's her little body fall into the big seat. Finally she thought, a bit of rest. She leans back in her seat and watches the movie commercials. After a long day of working behind the counter of a big corporation the movie definitely feels deserved. She picked herself a nice horror movie because she has a special place in her heart for horror. After some minutes the commercials stop and the lights get dark. Looking to her right she notices the love pair abandoning their seats and slipping out of the room. Apparently the sexual tension was too much for them.

When the movie has been playing for five minutes a guy comes quickly hurrying into the theatre. Almost falling down the stairs when comming down to his seat he makes Jasmine giggle. Finally he lets himself fall down in the seat next to Jasmine.
"Everything alright?" She asks him.
"Yeah sure, just a bit late." He replies laughing, "can you tell me who is who?"
"It's just the normal set up, these people are stuck in some haunted house. Whatever though, I dont come here for the story, just to switch my mind of."
The woman behind her already makes "shhhhh" sounds. Angrily she looks back at the woman. But her eyes meet those of her husband who doesnt look to pleased either. The guy next to her laughs:
"What is your name?" He wisphers. "Jasmine" she smiles while saying. "That's beautiful. My name is Charlie." The guy replies smiling.
Suddenly a short "huh uhm" disrupts the conversation. A theatre employee stands next to the seats with a rather annoyed face. "It's better for you two to leave."
"But I payed for the movie" Jasmine tries to defend herself. But excuses won't help them. Five minutes later Charlie and Jasmine stand outside in the pleasant summero weather. Now Jasmine can finally see Charlie well. He has dark brown curly hair, blue eyes and a smoothly chiselled face. His skin is white, but not too white. He is not too tall, maybe around 180 centimeters. He has a nice smell of parfume and some other smell that is so familair to Jasmine but she can't remember what it is.
"What now?" She asks him. "I don't know" he replies, "we could watch a movie at my place." Jasmine smiles, "sounds good" she replies smiling. She puts her small brown hand in the big handbag that she always brings and reached for something. Charlie meanwhile looked at his phone to see if he could get an uber. Meanwhile Jasmine took a pack of Marlboro gold out of her handbag. She opened the pack and took out a cigarette. Put it in her mouth and felt in her pockets to find a lighter. She didnt have to wait long, before she knew it Charlie had lit her cigarette and a small glowing cone of ash had appeared at the front. She immideatly recognized the other smell Charlie smelled like, it was tobacco.
"So you smoke as well?" Jasmine asked him.
"More like I chainsmoke." Charlie laughed, indeed his teeth were yellowish.
"I know no one who smokes more than me." Jasmine said with her eternal smile.
"How much do you smoke then?" Charlie asked.
"Two packs a day." Jasmine replied taking a deep drag from the cigarette. Then blowing the smoke out through her flat nose, like an angry bull. Which the septum piercing made her seem all the more.
"Hah, same" Charlie said, as he as well lit a cigarette.
The uber he had gotten them stopped right in front of the two.
"You wanted a ride?" The driver asks.
"Yea, can we smoke inside?" Was Charlie's reply.
"No, of course not."
"Then we will walk"