The previews were already rolling and Cassie was keeping an eye out for Peter from the place right in the midst of the theater where she'd managed to snag two seats after begging some dude to scoot over and then settling in after he'd made a big production of huffing and acting put out as though she'd just asked him to produce gold from thin air or something. She wasn't giving up these hard-won seats (the guy kept eying her and she was pretty sure if she moved she'd lose out), so when she heard Peter calling her name she called out his in a loud whisper that got her dirty looks and shushes and some epithets when she started waving her arms frantically so that he could find her amongst the crowd under the dimmed lights.
When Peter finally got to her she took her drink with a murmured thanks and settled back as the opening credits for the movie started rolling. It was pretty entertaining but Cassie couldn't help but lean over to mutter jokes in Peter's ear and they kept erupting in fits of giggles that probably made most of the people around them hate them. When she wasn't cracking jokes she munched on popcorn and gave about eighty percent of her attention to the film. The rest of her attention was focused on how she and Peter's arms were sharing the arm rest and whether or not she should take his hand again or something and why it seemed like such a big deal because she was eighteen not twelve and there were other people in here actually like making out and she felt all weird about holding a guy's hand? This was a distracting line of thinking so she finally just went for it and took his hand which left her in an awkward position to be able to get any more popcorn but popcorn was a small sacrifice to make for peace of mind and how nice it was to hold someone's hand.