Skating With Hearts
When we pulled apart, she was smiling, slightly breathless.
“You’re going to make us late,” she whispered.
“Worth it,” I said
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The cinema was the same one she and June had gone days before — small, cozy and smelling faintly of buttered popcorn. Pop music rented the air, giving the place a lively atmosphere that I enjoyed.
We grabbed tickets and stood in front of the glowing list of movie options, each one flashing across the board.
“Okay,” Skylar said, tilting her head, “we’ve got three options. Something called Zombie Apocalypse 5, a cheesy rom-com, or…” She paused. “A re-run of Casablanca.”
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