The challenge was to write 500 words (I wrote more...like 530 LOL) in 1 hour! Just to get in some writing exercises so I did not tweak it too much. Still, I'm happy with how it came out, this mundane little thing.
Jane gave me the prompt: some combination of jean andrew or neil in cinema or video rental or arcade or bowling alley
âThoughts on Scott Pilgrim?â
Jean glances over his shoulder and spots Andrew. Heâs looking up at the small selection of films playing this month instead of at Jean. Jean frees his hand from behind the soda machine, abandoning the rag heâs using to clean the counter. Itâs sticky with sugar and butter from the butter dispenser, accumulated over the week. Heâs the only one that bothers cleaning anything up, though his efforts certainly go unnoticed considering how old and dilapidated the townâs cinema is. Still, if he is to suffer long days waiting for someone to find their selection interesting, he should at least do it in a clean space. Every week, Andrew finds him like this; heâs his only regular.
Jean wipes his hands on his uniform pants and almost instantly regrets it. He steps up to the counter and cranes his neck up to see what the other movies are even though theyâre the same ones from the beginning of the week: Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Sherlock Holmes, Zootopia, Prince of Persia. It certainly is a variety.
âHave you seen it?â Jean asks. Andrew looks at him with an unimpressed expression Jean interprets as thatâs a stupid question. Jean knows it doesnât matter anyway if heâs seen it. Andrew comes in, peruses the menu of usually old movies, picks one and asks Jean his opinion on it. Sometimes they compare notes at the end, and Andrew leaves with his second order of Coke.Â
Jean searches his mind to say something non-spoilery but he isnât sure Andrew cares. Grabbing a large bag of popcorn and snapping it open, he gives his honest review. âWe would all be better off if we admitted Scott Pilgrim is just an incel.â
The corner of Andrewâs mouth quirks up, which fills Jean with satisfaction. He hands him his drink and his ticket, and spends the length of the movie texting Neil about Andrewâs selection and salvaging the rag he left behind to clean other spots.
Jean knows the movie is over when he hears someone loudly take the last sips of their soda. He stands from where heâs crouched behind the counter and points the dustpan in his hand in their direction. âObnoxious.â Andrew shakes his cup side to side, rattling the ice, and Jean comes up to pull it out of his hands. As he refills it, he asks, âHow was the movie?â
âFine.â Andrew pulls his folded ticket from his pocket and flicks it open to examine it. âLots of action, which I love. The sloth scene did take me out.â
âSloth,â Jean repeats, confused.
âSloth,â Andrew confirms. He waits, then Jean rips out the ticket from Andrewâs hand. It does say Scott Pilgrim vs. The World on it. He remembers the display.
âYou went to see Zootopia.â Andrewâs face shifts with amusement. Jean hates it when he switches theatres without warning. âStop doing that. Youâll get me in trouble.â
âIâm sure.â Andrewâs voice does carry the right amount of skepticism; no one else but Andrewâand certainly not his bossâis ever here on Jeanâs shifts. âWorking next week?â
âYes,â he says, and Andrew leaves Jean to wait for their next encounter.