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Kristoff bounced nervously on the balls of his feet and glanced at his watch again. It was 7:30 and he was supposed to be meeting Anna outside the theater to get in line for tickets on the latest Star Wars movie; Return of the Jedi.
The line was getting long already, and Anna was nowhere to be seen.
He wondered if he should just go ahead and jump in line? Probably. They had said 7:30 right? Maybe Anna misheard the time? Or maybe she decided she didn’t actually want to go see the movie with him?
It wouldn’t exactly be ‘standing him up’ so to speak, if she had decided to bail at the last minute. They hadn’t really specified that this was a “date” date exactly.
He tried to quickly banish that thought, knowing Anna wasn’t the type of person to do something like that, yet it had happened to him before so he still found himself gnawing on the inside of his lip at the idea.
“Kristoff!” Anna’s yelling broke him from his thoughts. “Kristoff over here!”
He looked around trying to find the source of her voice and was surprised to see her standing at the door to the theater, waving tickets in her hand.
Kristoff didn’t know very much about fashion (he was happy he could throw on a denim jacket over one of his nice collared polos and get a thumbs up from his little sister) but he could tell Anna was wearing a dress that was definitely “in”.
It was pink, had an obscure pattern on it, and hit just above her knees and had big shoulders. Even from a distance he could tell she was wearing lipstick that matched, and her hair (which he was accustomed to seeing done in two braids) was wild and in tight curls.
She was so pretty it almost took his breath away.
“Hey,” he loped over to where she was standing. “I didn’t see you in the line?”
“I got here early because I thought it was going to be packed. You probably didn’t recognize me without my work uniform on.” She teased. “I almost didn’t see you either! You look nice!”
“Erm. Thanks. So, uh, so do you. You look really, really nice.”
“Thank you! My sister went with me to get a perm yesterday! Now, come on! Let’s go get popcorn and decent seats before they’re filled up!”
“I thought I was supposed to get the tickets?” He chuckled as he held the door open for her.
“Why would you think that?” She asked, fishing in her purse for something.
Right. Apparently, this wasn’t a date in her mind or else she would have let him pay.
“Well. Just. Because I asked you if you wanted to go see the movie…”
“Well, if you get the snacks, we’ll call it even. Probably more than even. I eat a lot of chocolate.” She grinned mischievously.
He felt his heart flutter, as it often did when Anna was around, and even if this wasn’t a date, he was happy to be spending time with her.
“Sounds like a deal.” He grinned.
They stood in line for a few minutes, Anna chattering away about a variety of different topics (“I absolutely adore Carrie Fischer! She’s amazing! Oh did you see Michael Jackson’s new dance move on TV the other night!? It’s called the moonwalk and it is bad to the bone! I’ve tried doing it and I always trip. Oh, and have you tried that new flavor of ice cream, cookies and cream? No? It’s amazing, you have to try it!”).
Kristoff just grinned and nodded along, enjoying the expression on her face as she spoke.
As they gathered up their popcorn and drinks and walked towards the theater, Anna suddenly whirled on him, looking a bit nervous.
“Okay, I actually have something very serious to say.”
“Right.” He felt his eyebrows raise a bit, but he nodded for her to continue.
“I’ve been waiting three years for this movie. Three years. And as much as I’d like to kiss you, I absolutely have to know if Darth Vader is really Luke’s father, or if it’s all a sith mind trick and I will not be making out with you in the back of the theater. This movie is just way too important to me.”
Kristoff felt his mouth fall open.
“I-I-“ He stammered. “Absolutely. I totally get it. I actually want to watch the movie, too.”
“Good.” She nodded firmly. “I didn’t think you seemed like the kind of guy to waste money on movie tickets so you could just kiss.”
“I just… I didn’t… I’m… You want to kiss me?”
“Oh.” A blush rose to Anna’s cheeks. “Well, yes. Obviously.”
“I mean, it wasn’t obvious to me.” He chuckled. “So, is this a date?”
“Of course, it is! Unless, oh wait, did you not want this to be a date?”
“No, I do! Absolutely. I very much want this to be a date.”
“Good.” She gave him a blinding grin, then rearranged the snacks in her hands so she could grab his hand and pull him into the theater.
The movie was certainly interesting, and Kristoff found it was an extremely satisfying end to the trilogy. Though he especially enjoyed the parts that were intense because Anna leaned tightly into his side and grabbed his hand.
“I never said we couldn’t touch.” Anna whispered to him matter-of-factly when he looked at her in surprise.
Despite his interest in the movie (and the hand-holding) Kristoff’s favorite part of the evening was when he walked her back to her car and she pulled him down by the collar of his jacket and kissed him firmly on the mouth. They didn’t break apart until someone wolf-whistled at them.
“So, same time next week?” She asked brightly, her lipstick effectively smeared. “I need to watch it at least one more time to fully comprehend everything that happened! I mean Emperor Palpatine! And Darth Vader threw him off a balcony to save Luke! And Leia is Luke’s sister! It’s so much!”
“Of course.” He breathed, still on cloud-nine from their kiss. “Maybe we could get dinner first?”
“It’s a date.” She smiled.