Alexandra

You’re halfway through your shift at the cinema ticket desk when they walk in, just another couple. Popcorn smell clings to everything. He' s holding her arm too tightly, but people do that. You don't think much of it. "I'll get the tickets" the young woman says. She approaches you. She hands you some cash. When you look better it's not cash after all. It's a piece of paper with something written on it:" HELP".