I have been acquainted with Lana for a several years.
A mutual friend decides that we should get to know each other better, so we agree to go to the movies together. Lana is tall, slim, and dark. Her shoulders are square, almost as though she is wearing shoulder pads under her teal blouse. She wrinkles her nose frequently to adjust her glasses.
We sit waiting for the movie to begin. During this time I notice something peculiar about Lana. She laughs at everything I say. Everything.
As yet, the lights in the movie theatre have not been dimmed. People begin taking furtive glances at us. I am beginning to feel uneasy…