Mademoiselle Viscardi

We are in a cinema, located on Second Avenue, Twelfth Street in New York. Many people fill the room, we both wait for the screening of the movie we chose, it is a romantic comedy. While waiting, I put another handful of popcorn in my mouth, they are delicious, I can feel the deliciousness of the butter that coats each one; I take a sip of the soda. I tilt my head towards Mila. He's typing on his phone, smiling. I sigh in my place, I already want the advertising to end, damn it.

Moments later, it started and focused attention on that gigantic screen. I laugh, I live, I feel good next to a screwed-up Mila who I find funnier than the movie. After finishing, we go to the ladies' room. My bladder begs to be emptied, warning of exploding if I don't hurry. I finish urinating and can breathe a sigh of relief, I zip up my jeans and leave. Mila, invites me to go to the bar, one that is nearby and is usually busy with the crowd after the movies. I'm not sure, but I know I h