As soon as Clara and Nick took their seats, he sighed loudly and stretched, causing a grandpa next to him to frown. After the chick flick started, he kicked a coke can below his legs. “I am thirsty.” he declared.
“Someone had spilled popcorn all over the front seats. To think we came to this theater,” said Nick who never cleaned his room.
He stared at some teenagers cuddling, “The current generation is indecent.” he told grandpa.
Clara was grateful for the interval. “Shall we go?”
“How about the movie?”
“I hate it.”
“Oh.” he looked crestfallen. “Okay then.”
This is in response to this week’s Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction challenge.