“Oh! Maybe Papa will get me one for me!” Lyric mused, excited by the prospect but disappointed that her birthday was so far away from that moment. A whole year away, nearly! Maybe she could buy her own if she saved up her allowance. She’d have to look into it! It would be wonderful to have popcorn on hand whenever she wanted without having to go to the cinema, and the microwave stuff just didn’t hit the spot the cinema stuff created!
“I think I love your gram,” Lyric grinned, mischievous but honest. Every time Chance told her something new about the woman, Lyric fell more in love. She was just such a wonderful woman and it didn’t occur to her that Chance might be overselling her. Grandparents were either awesome, or horrible. There wasn’t any room for in between in her experience and Chance seemed to really love his Gram! He had yet to say anything about the woman that would make Lyric feel any other way.
Lyric nibbled on some more popcorn as they waited for the cinema to empty so they could leave with ease, and less jostling. She still had nearly half the box full of popcorn to eat, and Lyric was not interested in someone knocking it from her salt and butter fingers. The drink was long gone, though. Chance’s comment caused Lyric to snort out a laugh, and then cough into her elbow. “Oh gosh!” she giggled. “That’s good!” The promise not to re-enact the dance caused her to burst into peals of laughter, and then Lyric stood up, and led the way out of the empty theatre.
“I think we could do it,” she said, picking up the conversation as they left the cinema, after she’d ducked into the bathroom to pee, of course. She reclaimed her popcorn with a thankful smile. “But I really like how they practise for it.” She waved her free hand absently. “In the lake. A lot easier on the body when you fall on your face!” Dance floors were hard, and Lyric had fallen face first on more than one occasion. Chance was kind of skinny, but Lyric had danced with more waifish guys, so she wasn’t worried about that.
“I think I love your gram,” Lyric grinned, mischievous but honest. Every time Chance told her something new about the woman, Lyric fell more in love. She was just such a wonderful woman and it didn’t occur to her that Chance might be overselling her. Grandparents were either awesome, or horrible. There wasn’t any room for in between in her experience and Chance seemed to really love his Gram! He had yet to say anything about the woman that would make Lyric feel any other way.
Lyric nibbled on some more popcorn as they waited for the cinema to empty so they could leave with ease, and less jostling. She still had nearly half the box full of popcorn to eat, and Lyric was not interested in someone knocking it from her salt and butter fingers. The drink was long gone, though. Chance’s comment caused Lyric to snort out a laugh, and then cough into her elbow. “Oh gosh!” she giggled. “That’s good!” The promise not to re-enact the dance caused her to burst into peals of laughter, and then Lyric stood up, and led the way out of the empty theatre.
“I think we could do it,” she said, picking up the conversation as they left the cinema, after she’d ducked into the bathroom to pee, of course. She reclaimed her popcorn with a thankful smile. “But I really like how they practise for it.” She waved her free hand absently. “In the lake. A lot easier on the body when you fall on your face!” Dance floors were hard, and Lyric had fallen face first on more than one occasion. Chance was kind of skinny, but Lyric had danced with more waifish guys, so she wasn’t worried about that.
