turned around again.
This was our first night out in seven months.
I wasn’t going to spend it arguing with strangers.
I leaned against Owen and tried to focus on Spider-Man.
His arm went around me.
Then I noticed his thumb.
Rubbing against his finger.
After that, things got worse.
Ethan started kicking my chair repeatedly.
During loud scenes, I could almost ignore it.
During quiet scenes, each kick felt enormous.
Thunk.
Thunk.
Thunk.
People nearby started turning around.
Then something cold hit the back of my neck.
Soda.
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