Elwood walked in to the theatre and pulled the mittens of his pasty white hands. A young girl with black hair and brown skin stood behind the counter and smiled as he came in.
“Good afternoon,” Elwood said.
“Good afternoon. Here for a movie?”
The girl blushed, realizing what she had said. “What would you like to see?”
“Umm, that one, I think,” Elwood pointed.
She turned, nodded, and punched it in to the computer.
“Not at home with family today?”
“We don’t celebrate Christmas, but most of my coworkers do. And boss offered time and a half, so it works for me.”
“That’s nice of your boss. And you.”
She shrugged. “Here’s your ticket. No Christmas for you?”
“Nope. I don’t celebrate it either.”
“Ah. Cool. Enjoy your movie.”
“Thanks, you too. Err…wait…” Elwood blushed as well.
The girl laughed. “Don’t worry, it happens all the time,” she said.
He smiled at her, then walked toward the ticket ripper, ready for his show.