He sat down next to the tall man at the movie theater, pausing to reflect on the cuteness of the figure next to him. Dave Strider knew that this guy was probably straight, but he was still cute. Really cute.
He watched the man take the seat to the right of him at the movies. This guy was an obvious cool kid, and if there was one thing that John Egbert knew about cool kids, it was that they were straight. Still, the man was indeed rather attractive. He set his arm on the rest between them.
Trying to distract himself from the façade of the stranger, Dave intently gazed at the previews, trying to trick himself into watching them. He set his arm on the rest between them, and, unknowingly, right on top of the stranger's.
Both of them jumped and started blushingly apologizing. "Sorry, sorry." "No, it was my fault." The apologies faltered, and John excused himself to go and get popcorn. He then offered to share. Dave surprised himself, pulling an anti-cool-guy move, "Thanks. Want me to buy sodas?" The cute guy responded with a, "Sure. I'd like a Coke." And so it was.
The movie was a very entertaining spy thriller, with guns and action. Both were riveted throughout its course. At its end, the two stood up, each with a phone number in their pocket and a smile on their face.