Endless Opportunity

You picked a quiet night to take a solo trip to the movies.

To be fair, you decided to leave pretty late. Weren't even sure if you'd be able to catch the last show. But you had nothing else better to do, and you didn't feel like being home anymore.

Cars steadily pass by as you walk the city blocks, kicking up droplets of water from the freshly wet ground. You manage to land in a small puddle or two yourself, soaking the bottoms of your pants a bit. Besides the occasional convenience store, shops are closed, but their flashy signs stay lit, beckoning you to come by another time. Apartment buldings and business towers loom over you, scattered lights dotting them against the dark sky.

You don't pass too many people, but you admire who you see. A cute brunette in shiny, skin tight faux leather pants and a blouse that shape her ample assets just right. A short blonde whose curls bounced with every step, along with her rack that was practically spilling out of her shirt. An absolute goddess of a dark-skinned woman who looked like she was carved out of black marble. All the right parts of her jiggled like jell-o in her bodycon dress as she walked past, heels clacking against the sidewalk. You just had to do a double take once you were past her, sneak a peek of what she was hauling around back there. There was nobody around to judge, right?

Until you realize you're in front of the theater. It's an older place, still has the marquee and a single ticket booth right off the sidewalk. And inside that booth, you see the lone woman working it staring at you with knowing eyes.

"Well, this is awkward now..." you think to yourself.

Trying to move past the moment, you quickly walk up to the window.

"Can I get one ticket for the next show?"

She scans you up and down, mostly apathetic but slightly judging your creep moment, you can tell. She's got wavy jet black hair with some bronze highlights that cascades down to her chest. Her hair perfectly frames her face, full with plump lips and cheeks to match, her dark brown eyes inviting you to find out what's behind them. Her skin is a beautiful shade of brown, deep and rich. Latina? Yeah, probably. She's on the smaller side overall, fairly petite frame, but you think she might be hiding some deceptively ample features under her little red work vest and white long sleeve button up shirt.

"What movie?" She asks

"Doesn't matter, whichever one starts next."

She gives you a quizzical look, then another that says 'okay, whatever weirdo'. She taps her screen, prompts you to pay, and hands you a ticket.

"Enjoy the show. Maybe you'll find something else you like to stare at..."

Her comment caught you off guard. So surprisingly direct, but her tone...it wasn't sarcastic? It almost sounded sincere, like a subtle wink that no one else was meant to see. There's no way she was into it, or you...was she?