The guy I was seeing for a few weeks had finally invited me to the movies. It felt like a casual, fun Friday night out. When we reached the crowded lobby, he handed me his wallet to buy some candy while he waited in the fast-moving line for tickets.
I stepped up to the concession stand, scanned the brightly lit menu board, and asked for a large tub of popcorn and two drinks. The young woman behind the register punched the buttons on her cash register, reached down to fill the tub, and slid it across the counter toward me.
Before I could hand over the cash or even thank her, she leaned across the stainless-steel counter, lowered her voice, and whispered with fierce urgency, “Careful.”
Her words sent an immediate, sharp chill down my spine. I froze, caught completely off guard. Before I could ask what she meant, a line of impatient people surged up behind me. Flustered and confused, I muttered an awkward thank you, grabbed the popcorn, and walked away to meet my date as we headed into the dim glow of the theater.
We found our seats just as the trailers started playing. The theater was dark, lit only by the flickering silver screen and the soft murmurs of the crowd. We settled in, and my date playfully nudged me to share the popcorn.
I reached my hand deep into the warm, buttery kernels.
Instead of brushing against the bottom of the cardboard tub, my fingers grazed something stiff and sharp. My heart instantly started hammering against my ribs. I pulled my hand back, hiding it beneath the armrest, and carefully fished the object out.
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