I stepped out of the car and looked around, taking in the lively, bustling scene of the cinema.
People laughed, couples held hands, and there was a sense of normalcy and freedom that felt so distant from my life lately.
I glanced down at my phone, quickly typing out a message to Bruno. He had told me to come here, but now there was no sign of him.
"Are you here yet?" I texted, then waited.
A minute passed, then another, and still, no reply.
With a sigh, I looked up at the glowing marquee, my eyes catching sight of the titles currently playing.
My heart skipped a beat when I saw the name of one of my favorite films—a beautifully layered story I'd fallen in love with years ago.
They were showing it again as part of a classic film series.
I bit my lip, excitement sparking within me. Bruno or no Bruno, I didn't want to miss this.
After all, he was the one who'd insisted I come here.
