At my dad’s insistence, we arrive at 5:30pm for a 7:15pm screening. He already bought the tickets online, so there’s nothing to do but sit on the bench by the popcorn seasoning station.
“I don’t show up to international flights this early.”
I kick a stray piece of popcorn across the purple carpet.
My dad laughs, but his eyes on my mother, who is staring at a cardboard cutout of Ryan Gosling in La La Land, so close she could kiss him.
“Can we admit that your fear of missing movie may have been unfounded?” I ask.
“I don’t think I have ever claimed my fears are founded,” he says.