Fucking Wednesday.

Fucking middle of the week.

Hump day. Who the fuck decided to call this hell on Earth a hump day? It must've been some 5-year kid whose parents were way too strict and didn't let him go play outside until he read 10 pages of the New testament.

I got a headache and I couldn't sleep last night.

I even got dark circles. At least my eyes stood out even more than usually...

Today I'll visit the cinema again, and she better be there.

Wait, what would I do if she wouldn't show up? Am I really saying stuff like that just to sound cool? Yeah, I guess I do...

Today I felt like a dementor. I wanted to be happy, but I didn't know how to do it myself. So I dressed in black jeans and a black shirt and decided to try to steal some happiness from my boss.

I got to work, and that shit head wasn't there...

But there was a new folder on my desk.

Today I was supposed to find a cat that someone stole from a small theater. It was the main actor.

I should have become a garbage man.

Now I'm just garbage. And also a man.

After an hour of watching camera records and talking to other actors from that theater, I found out that the cat just walked away. On its own. And I also found out that that poor cat only had 1 eye, 3 legs, and a broken tail.

It looked cute, but did they really think that someone would steal a cat like that?

A cat that was missing 2 parts of its body?

And how the hell could an animal like that be a main actor?!

I got questions, I got questions haunting me...

So, I was done with work, nobody was here and I had nothing to do.

So I took a nap.

_

I woke up 3 hours and 48 minutes later, but only because my bladder was about to burst.

Imagine having pee sprawled through your whole belly.

Yummy.

So, after my little restroom session, I went to the same market when I met my target on Monday and hoped she'd be there again.

She wasn't.

I even bought the same food, went to the same checkout, and even dropped my card, but instead of her some skinny tall emo old looking, most likely gay dude handed it to me.

My card is going to have a little spa session in hand sanitizer.

I was becoming desperate. If she won't be at the cinema, I'll have to visit her atelier, and maaaan, I don't want to do that. I'd feel like I failed my mission. And I don't fail. Usually. Math tests don't count.

Kidding, I aced those dumb math tests too.

After I left work, I went to the gym, just like every day for the past few years.

I need my muscles to be extra pumped today.

And after that, the moment of truth came.

I've been standing in front of the cinema for 4 minutes and 19 seconds when I saw her.

Her long hair was perfectly straight, her makeup was flawless and so was her outfit. She was wearing a white skirt, not too short to make her look like a whore, but not too long to hide her long legs. On the top, she had a black cropped sweater. She's in shape, she probably works out, too. And black Dr. Martens.

I was wearing them too.

We're matching, that has to be a sign.

There was also another girl, probably her friend. She looked boring. I bet she has a high pinch voice that would make me want to rip her tongue out if she ever spoke to me. They talked for a while, but after that, the girl run to some boy and gripped his arm.

Now my dark haired mystery was alone. She probably came here alone as well.

I bought a ticket and stepped inside.

She noticed me.

She smiled at me.

And she approached me.

Fuck.

"Hi, I remember you!" she said and smiled. Her voice was amazing.

"Yeah, I remember you too, " I tried to sound as chill as possible. That was kind of difficult, considering how tensed I was.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. This wasn't a part of my plan. She wasn't supposed to approach me just like that. This girl isn't following the script and I'm not liking it.

"You're here alone?" she asked.

"No, I'm here with my girlfriend," I answered as if it was clearer than the sun.

"And where is she?" she continued to tease.

In my imagination, that's where she is.

"The toilet. "

Daaaamn, I'm good.

"Oh wait, I think I saw her there. Shoulder length brown hair, blue eyes, black jeans, crop top, and flip-flops."

Flip-flops?! Ewwww. If my girlfriend wore those, I'd rather be single.

"That's exactly her," I said again with a straight face.

And now go away, please just already go away.

"She was so nice, she even borrowed me her lipstick. It looked better on her tho." she pointed at her blood-red lips.

That color was made for her.

"Yeah, I think so too. Red just isn't your color."

Man, even your dead great-grandpa can tell that you're lying.

"It's already starting, if I were you I'd better get my girlfriend so you don't miss the beginning. Bye for now," She winked and walked away.

Daaamn, she was hot.

Very hot.

Lemsip kind of hot.

And God knows I wanted to get burnt.

Anyways, this was the first time I watched a horror movie. Strange, I know, but that shit is scary as fuck.

I didn't really watch it tho. I kept looking at her all the time. The way she ate her popcorn, the way she drank her coke the way she fucking laughed when something scary happened. She was so fucking gorgeous.

When the movie ended I waited for everyone to leave, so I was the last person leaving the cinema. I ain't risking that someone would try to pull out some prank on me.

She was still in front of the cinema, talking to the girl from earlier.

She wasn't looking at me. I pulled out my phone and did something that I shouldn't have done.

A took a photo of her.