#interaction.cj

Waiting was never something Emmy was particularly good at. Even when she knew who she was waiting for, after a few minutes of puttering around with nothing to do, anxiety still filled her stomach and the acid inside swam uncomfortably. Even the cigarette she was stubbing out on the concrete of the building did little to calm the antsy feeling she could sense taking over. Maybe it was a fear of the person never showing up or something biological or maybe a habit picked up from Tyler's ever persisting impatience. Whatever it was, Emmy sucked at it, and decided after a short moment that she would just shove the cigarette butt in her coat pocket and make her way into the theater to pre-buy their snacks while waiting. At least it would give her something else to focus on for the time being. She was halfway through ordering a bucket of popcorn when she noticed a man nearby, glancing at the board overhead that listed the concessions. Her brow crinkled with familiarity. "Hey, I've seen you around before," Emmy pointed out, realizing she could be mistaken, but one of her talents was, usually, never forgetting face. "You were at my wedding, right? I saw you talking to my wife."

Gripping her beer bottle tightly in one hand, she leaned against the front counter, elbows pressed against the lacquered wood as she glanced toward one of the employees with a furrowed brow. "So tell me, what's the most interesting thing that someone's brought in to smash? You have to have some good stories from working here." A friend had left her waiting for them to arrive, so in the meantime Molly was set on entertaining herself with the unfortunate employee that managed to lock eyes with her just moments before — and by entertaining herself, she very much meant convincing him to entertain her instead.