The clerk only shook his head as they left him, and Alyosha had to suppress a laugh, reaching forward to pull the door open for them both. "Ahhh, he means a rite of passage for the Station youth. Theatre's dark and isolated-feeling, the brave ones sit in the back and dip their toes very shallowly into exhibitionism with their lovers."

Her eyes twitched to the title of the film, backlit above the door. "This one isn't the sort of story to encourage it, alas," she almost sighed, and drew him in. The opening credits were already playing.