"Tyler?" She said.
I felt something pulling me back away from the wonderful scent. 'Walk away now.' A voice said in my head.
I couldn't help but want to obey.
"You ok?" Delancy asked again.
"Sorry, I need to use the restroom," I stood up quickly snapping out of whatever was going on with me.
I ran away from Delancy with my shirt pulled up over my mouth, a makeshift filter against the assault. I darted out of the cramped theatre, the sweet smell of that "perfume" overwhelming now, chasing me from all directions.
It was in the air, thick and cloying, clinging to everything.
A kid carrying a soda bumped into me. "Sorry, mister."
but I could barely hear him. I could only focus on the faint, pulsing blue vein I could see on his forehead. I rushed past him, shoving my way through the lobby and into the men's room.
I locked myself in the furthest stall, curling up on the closed toilet lid pulling my knees to my chest. I bit my fingernails, my whole body trembling.
