Lyle could have stayed there all night. He really was just having an awesome time, reveling in the old style film. This was a collection he'd be looking for on Amazon tomorrow. But one of Nico's louder yawns finally caught his attention, and he realized that it was probably incredibly late and Nico was ready to go home. That was okay with him. Grid was probably bored out of her skull and about half a mind away from texting him to get his butt home.
Nudging Nico with his elbow, Lyle got up and started heading toward the door, assuming that his date would follow. Once they were in the concession area, Lyle checked his phone- already it was 11:30. Where they hell had the night gone? No wonder Nico was yawning. Home? Lyle asked him.