Theresa is 30 minutes late.
Late is an understatement by that time.
Yet, Jake greets her with a warm smile and twinkling eyes that leave her no doubt her lateness was not a casualty to whatever this encounter is.
Pacing under the cover of the theatre roof, the brown-eyed boy expressed similar grievances of traffic. It's like all he says is aimed to appease her of her nervous state.
She still doesn't know what this is. His khaki pants and black button-down did not help her concretise the notion that this is in no way a date.
With a movie ten minutes past commencement, they dash into the dark room.
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Short StoryIn which a hooker falls in love with her client's roommate. snippet: "She'd wanted to slap him. Right across that goddamn handsome face. But then again, he is right. Isn't he? She is actually a whore. Isn't she?"
