A guy I was seeing invited me to the movies. I went to buy candy while he got the tickets. The girl there gave me a tub of popcorn instead.
I was confused, but she just whispered, “Careful!” As we went in, I put my hand inside the tub and turned pale. This girl had placed a folded note inside. It was just barely covered with popcorn.
I looked around, but my date was already walking toward our theater, excitedly chatting about how this film got amazing reviews. I followed him, holding the popcorn like it was ticking. Once we sat down, he leaned over and grabbed a handful.
I flinched. I didn’t want him to see the note. I casually turned the tub so it faced me and pretended to eat.
The lights dimmed, and he focused on the screen. I slipped the note out and unfolded it slowly under my jacket. My heart thumped in my ears.
“He’s not who he says he is. Be careful. Don’t go home with him.”
My throat went dry.
I read it again, hoping I misunderstood. I stared at his face. He looked… normal.
Laughing at the opening scene. Harmless. I had only been seeing him for a few weeks.
We met at a bookstore, of all places. He helped me grab a novel off a high shelf. Seemed sweet.
Thoughtful. But now? That tiny note felt heavier than bricks in my hand.
I tried to enjoy the movie. I really did. But my mind was racing the entire time.
Who was that girl? How did she know him? Why would she say that?
Halfway through the movie, I excused myself to go to the bathroom. He offered to pause it—we were at one of those fancy boutique theaters with couches and buttons for food—but I said no, insisting I’d be quick. I didn’t go to the bathroom.
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