A Date

They exited the aerial pod, the curved door sliding shut behind them with a soft hiss. Xavier blinked a few times as the neon park lights flooded back into view, washing out the dim glow of the theater pod.

Reva looked at him, hands folded behind her back, eyes focused. "So?"

Xavier didn't answer right away. He walked ahead a few steps, staring at the glowing pavement beneath his feet.

"I… don't know how to judge it," he finally said.

Reva raised an eyebrow. "You didn't like it?"

"I didn't dislike it either," Xavier said, frowning a little. "I'm just confused if what I watched was supposed to be entertainment or a slow-burn psychological trap. They showed ads for thirty minutes straight at the beginning—ads I couldn't skip—and then the movie ends with a so-called 'twist' that basically says 'wait for part two.'"

Reva chuckled. "That's fair."