A man I was seeing invited me to the movies.
When he went to get the tickets, I stopped by the concession stand to grab candy.
The person behind the counter, a young woman with tired eyes and a quiet urgency, handed me a tub of popcorn instead.
As I tried to explain that it wasn’t what I ordered, she leaned closer and whispered one word that made me freeze — “Careful.”
Confused but uneasy, I took the popcorn anyway and met him by the theater doors. Continue reading…
