Working in the cinema wasn't really bad or hard. Just giving people tickets to different movies and then cleaning the hall for money seemed innocent enough, until this customer appears.

You feel watched quite often. And when you go home after midnight movie session ends, you see him following you. He visits every damn movie here. Even the shitty ones.

And now, you clean the entrance of the cinema while some horror movie plays in the cinema hall, until his boots step past you again, and his wide open eyes observe you. He visits bathroom again. Fifth time already.

"...here." He adds, putting the empty coke bottle in the trash bag. His voice was quiet and nervously fast, as if he's talking to a royalty or something.