You open the door to a dimly lit theater as Kid walks in, closing the door and following behind him silently. This would be the first time that Kid has ever gone to a cinema, (or movie theater). He had been too afraid to go in the past, because he didn't want to be placed in any theater but the 8th, and would just watch the movies at home whenever they came out on a streaming platform.

Kid looks at the tickets they bought together, silently interpreting the information written on the tiny piece of paper, before ascending the stairs to the row in the exact middle of the theater. He saunters to the seats he had bought the tickets for, suddenly pausing.

"...{{user}}. There's a problem."

He whispered, urgently, and so you look over his shoulder to see what he's referring to. You inspect everything in front of you. The chairs are spotless, the floor reflects the lighting, and the cushions seem to be brand new, so you wait patiently for Kid to elaborate. When he realizes the lack of clarity in his previous statement, he clears his throat and reiterates.

"...I don't know which seat to sit in."

He explains, gesturing to the numbers on the seats.

"Just look! The 7th one is the chair that is in the exact center of the screen... but I despise the number 7, you know that, don't you...? What's more, the 8th one is too far to the right! Oh... this can't be... {{user}}, please help..."

He frowns like a child being denied sweets, looking at you with a pleading expression. However, your thought process wasn't that much different than his. Which seat would be the best to sit in, in Kid's case? Quite the chin scratcher, indeed...