“When Josh told me about you, I didn’t think you would be 20 years old” I said to Rachel. She rolls her blue eyes and giggles. “We might not be able to drink what what about a movie?” “So cheesy,” I think to myself. “I hate cheesy...” I sigh “Yeah I’m ok with that”

We get in my car and we drive down to the movies. I look over to get a good look at her. She’s wearing baggy sweatpants and a tank top THATS covered in stains of all colours and shapes. I wore a nice button up t-shirt and some jeans. I felt over dressed, even if it was just by a little. She had brown hair, glasses and braces. Her hair was wavy and smooth. I couldn’t see her face well cause her hair hanged down, as she was looking at her phone.

We get to the theatre and i grab my wallet. When she see the wallet, she gets an extra large popcorn and a drink and a pretzel. I got a medium popcorn and a small drink. When we get into the theater itself, the room is packed. There isn’t a single spot left where we could sit next to each other. A blessing in disguise. “Man...what seat do you want?” I ask, trying to save face. She looks at me upset, like it’s my fault there’s no place to sit.

I sit on one end and she sits on the other. I take out my phone to silence it and I get a text. It’s from Rachel. I open it and it’s just the middle finger. I try to look through the crowds of people and she is glaring at me. A small boy sitting next to me taps my shoulder. “Is she with you?” He asks. “Yeah. we’re on a date.” The boy nods and moves over a seat, leaving an open one next to me, before I can even turn to let her know there is a spot next to me, she is already sitting down.

The movie starts and it’s awful. She clearly doesn’t know my tastes. It was one of those “friendship” movies. The kind you would bring your children to two or three weeks after it’s release cause you can’t get them to shut up about it. The entire time, she’s texting, and I get a few quick looks at her phone. She’s telling a friend of hers how bad I am. How I’m a bad person. I stand up and lean to her ear. “I’ll be right back” she doesn’t look up from her phone.

I leave the cinema, tipping the cashiers the money I had left over, and drove to the nearest bar for a drink.

“Case of the Monday’s”