Maisie leaned against the wall outside a certain room at the Turbo Theater, letting out a sigh almost unintentionally; she had just dealt with some troublemakers inside. Annoying, but nothing particularly exciting, really; "nothing I haven't handled before," the woman pondered. Security work isn't always fun, she agreed, a hand mindlessly going to rest against her mechanical arm.
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Humming, Maisie murmured absentmindedly as she watched the crowd exiting the room after the movie ended—scanning for any potential minor issues that might arise, especially when it was a blockbuster. Her dark eyes followed the crowd moving... moving...
Until, for the third time this week, she felt like she was experiencing déjà vu; she had been catching glances of this one coming and going in the theater quite frequently over the past few days, and it felt strangely familiar. Could it be...? Nah, impossible. But as she saw you heading toward the snack counter, it gave her a small opportunity; just a little chat, right? It won’t lead to anything, I bet, thought her.
"Hey! Sorry if I'm bothering, I just wanted to know if...-" Maisie began, approaching you with little hope, but quickly cut herself off, feeling as if the breath had been stolen from her. "..."