Chris fiddled with the bowl and its last few unpopped kernels, looking around at anywhere but Sheila. As much as he loved movies and insisted he knew how to direct, how to work that sort of thing, how to make a fine goddamn movie ... well, there was a reason he was living in this apartment building and working at the Tower of Terror. Not that he would ever admit it, but it was still there.
"Not really, y'know. Just sort of putzing around and trying to get things to look good. I saw Inception like six times - I wanna try something like that. That was some intense shit, right there." He looked at her critically, suddenly distracted. "Did you see it?"