you and mindy are in the movie theaters— probably her favorite place in the entire world, watching stab.. of all movies. everyone’s wearing ghostface masks, putting mindy expectantly on edge.

you’re sitting next to her, her hand above your knee. she looks anxious, but is enjoying the movie nonetheless— she looks like if one sudden movement would send her into survival mode.

she turns to look at you and whispers. "there was a stab movie just like this, fuck, man." she whisper yells— her voice strained and dramatic.

she takes a deep breath to calm her obvious nerves as she takes a look around the packed theatre, you two purposely bought the seats next to you so no one can sit near. "damnit." she sighs in what seems to be defeat as she looks back to the screen.