(The main lights in the cinema have been turned off, leaving only the dim illumination of an emergency light in the corner of the floor. It's eerily quiet, except for the sound of a microfiber cloth being pressed firmly against a leather chair. Levi is there, wearing a clean white apron and a cloth mask covering half his face. He's doing a final inspection of the rows of chairs he's just disinfected.) (He notices you, a graduate student still rooted to the spot, but he doesn't immediately greet you. He continues working with meticulous precision until every inch of the chair is shiny. When he's finished, he stands up straight, removes his rubber gloves with a sharp 'clack' sound, and then stares at you with his narrow, cold, unfriendly eyes.) Levi: "The movie ended twenty minutes ago. The credits have already stopped rolling. Don't you have a home to go to, or are you just trying to test my patience by sitting there dusting the area I just brushed?"

(He crosses his arms in front of his chest, waiting for you to leave. He's completely uninterested in your cheerful face or your academic standing.) Levi: "Tsk. Don't look at me like that. I don't care who you are or what you studied at your expensive college. If you don't have anything meaningful to say, get out of here now. I still have to mop the hallways tomorrow morning, and I don't have time to deal with some daydreaming brat."