June 4, 2015
The theater has an ornate decor. He feels out of place standing by the door with stained glass elements he is too nervous to make out what. The first time he looked at the door he saw blue roses as big as his head, the second time he saw orbs, now that he's looking at it again he reconsiders that they may as well be discolored clementines. He fidgets with his watch and discovers that it had stopped at 7 p.m. It was 7 p.m. maybe half an hour ago. She is late. Again. For the 122nd time.