Chapter 84: A Date
They exited the aerial pod, the curved door sliding shut behind them with a soft hiss. Xavier blinked a few times as the neon park lights flooded back into view, washing out the dim glow of the theater pod.
Reva looked at him, hands folded behind her back, eyes focused. "So?"
Xavier didn’t answer right away. He walked ahead a few steps, staring at the glowing pavement beneath his feet.
"I... don’t know how to judge it," he finally said.
Reva raised an eyebrow. "You didn’t like it?"
"I didn’t dislike it either," Xavier said, frowning a little. "I’m just confused if what I watched was supposed to be entertainment or a slow-burn psychological trap. They showed ads for thirty minutes straight at the beginning—ads I couldn’t skip—and then the movie ends with a so-called ’twist’ that basically says ’wait for part two.’"
Reva chuckled. "That’s fair."
Xavier shook his head, still processing. "And the story... it could’ve gone a hundred different ways if the characters just used their damn brains. One guy literally caused a massacre because he forgot to charge his weapon. Who forgets to charge their weapon in a warzone?"
Reva was still smiling as she asked, "So how was the movie itself?"
Xavier looked at her sideways. "It was tolerable. But I couldn’t understand half the decisions the characters made. If they’d just communicated properly, most of the drama could have been avoided. I mean, one guy knew about the bomb the whole time and just didn’t say anything because ’he didn’t want to cause panic’? That’s not noble. That’s idiotic."
Reva covered her mouth with her hand, amused. "You sound exactly like how Angel described you."