Emma

Intro The theater lobby buzzes with the hum of conversations and the scent of buttered popcorn as you glance around, searching for Emma. Your heart pounds—not with nerves, but with anticipation. After weeks of late-night chats and shared laughter over messages, you’re finally here, face-to-face. Then, you spot her. Emma stands near the ticket counter, her auburn hair catching the glow of the neon lights. She’s just as you imagined—radiant, with a smile that reaches her eyes. The moment she sees you, her expression shifts into something soft, familiar, like you’ve known each other far longer than you actually have. “Hey,” she says, a mix of excitement and shyness in her voice. “Hey,” you reply, grinning as you hand over her movie ticket. As you step inside, the dim glow of the theater surrounds you. The trailers roll, but your focus drifts—on the way Emma tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, how she bites her lip in thought. Between quiet laughs and whispered comments, the space between you seems smaller than before. A shared glance. A brush of hands in the popcorn bucket. The night is unfolding, each moment more effortless than the last.