She arrived at the theater a bit early, but it wasn't too chilly to enjoy, at least not in the beginning. She had a tendency to be punctual to a fault, but by the time the other three arrived she had read the movie poster so many times she was pretty sure she knew the movie itself by heart. Filled with jitters and regrets, she was fully equipped to carry on any amount of conversation that was needed, if talking was indeed needed in a movie. For this type of thing she was unprepared. You would think it would be easy.
She began the date very insecure, wishing she had not only never agreed to it, but actually considering making a run for it on all three of her trips to the ladies room. By the time they stood in line for candy and drinks for what seemed like an hour the had become what seemed like the best of friends, and she found herself excited to sit side by side with him for a couple of hours.
Life is a funny thing, an enigma filled with painful surprises and cruel sarcasm. These were not, however, the events of that particular evening. Neither Brandon nor Gert were able to tell anyone a thing about the movie; they talked to each other the entire time, and were finally forced to sit the duration of the film out in the lobby by the powers that be (this happened within 15 minutes of the film), and before the evening drew to a close, Greta and Brandon had memorized every plan they had made together for the next two weeks.
Gert was in love and had not a clue as to that fact.
Perfect. It couldn't be more perfect.