Ann unknowingly throws the bra away

(chapter originally by MidnightWisher on writing.com)

Ann tried her best to scan the floor for anything on the ground. Unfortunately, her eyes didn’t want to help. Having been primarily focused on the lit theater screen for the past half hour, they weren’t prepared to try to find something on the dark abyss that was the floor. Instead, it seemed, she would have to feel around to find the bra.

The first place she swept her hand across ended up being covered a sticky soda spill, and Ann felt her skin crawl. “Eeww,” she groaned, crawling closer to Makoto’s seat. She swept her hand across the ground again only to be greeted by some popcorn kernels and snack wrappers, all of which tried to hold onto her now sticky hand. “I think this might make us even for me dragging her here,” she mumbled to herself as she continued to sweep the floor with her hand, more and more movie-watching debris clinging to it with each sweep. She was surprised she hadn’t found it yet. After all, it had to be somewhere around their seats.

Leaning back, sitting on her heels, her knees resting on the messy floor, Ann decided she may as well try her eyes again. That had been the plan anyways, but when she sat back on her heels, the music changed drastically. It was enough to pull her attention away and back to the screen. Ann soon found herself focused on watching the movie through the gap between the seats in front of her, as her hand freely felt around the floor. She didn’t even notice when her hand came across the very thing she was looking for, though her hand certainly seemed to notice, having gripped onto it. Soon after her hand found it, Ann seemed to remember just why exactly she was crawling on the ground. “Oh crap, I got distracted,” she whispered. “Makoto’s still waiting for me…” She pulled her arms to her sides and performed another cursory search with her eyes, still finding nothing, before rising to her feet and making her way down the aisle and toward the exit.

The exit door came into sight just as Ann finally noticed the surprising amount of weight in her hand. She cringed, holding back the desire to gag. She didn’t even want to know what kind of garbage she picked up by running her hand across the floor. Before walking out the exit, Ann decided to stop at the circular black trashcan that was next to it. She turned her head away, even going as far as to close her eyes, so she didn’t have to see whatever disgusting thing was in her hand. And then, her hand released, setting the garment free from its grasp and dropping it into the depths of the trashcan. With the weight gone, Ann cautioned a peek at her hand to check for any lingering trash. She happily found that with the exception of being sticky her hands weren’t too gross. She still wanted to wash them as soon as possible, though. That would have to wait until she checked on how Makoto was doing, of course. With that in mind, Ann pushed through the door to be greeted by…