Kitty Winter hadn’t been sure whether to attend the grand reopening of the Marigold Cinema until it was announced the evening’s screening would be a double feature: Body Heat and Serial Mom.
The cinema had caught fire last year, nearly burning to the ground; an extensive reconstruction was announced almost immediately, and the new owners clearly wanted to rebuild the place exactly as it was. Unfortunately, that meant the toilets were still inexcusably tiny; Kitty spent most of the fifteen-minute interval between films standing in the queue for the ladies’, which left just a scant few minutes for a smoke before the next feature started. She hurriedly ducked into the alley behind the cinema to find someone already there—a man, and one she recognised.
There were people who had a place in your life not because they were friends or family, but simply because they shared a corner of the world with you. Sebastian was one of those people. Within the past three years, there were very few times Kitty would step away from one of her escort jobs for a smoke and not bump into him.
As he usually did, Sebastian acknowledged Kitty’s presence with a friendly nod.
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