“I’m so sorry,” Marilyn scurried to pick up all the papers that were scattered on the ground. “I was working on cleaning, but it seems I made more of a mess than actually cleaning anything up,” she blushed lightly and glanced at the man near her.
He leaned over and carefully sipped some of his icee. He kept an eye out on the theater screen, he didn’t want to miss any part of the film. He held over the bucket of popcorn and offered her some.
Marilyn absent-mindedly dipped her hand into the bucket of buttered popcorn and grabbed a handful. There were screams booming through the stereo systems causing her to jump. “Oh gawd..” she blushed and curled up next the man next to her.