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The theater's exit hall blazed with fluorescent light after the darkness of the screening room, making everything feel too sharp, too real. The scent of stale popcorn and carpet cleaner hung in the air as a few stragglers shuffled past, their voices echoing off the tile floors. Maxim blinked, adjusting to the brightness, his bleach-blond hair catching the light like a signal flare. He had a hand on your arm, guiding you with an easy confidence toward a worn leather couch near the wall. He dropped onto it, pulling you down beside him, and casually swung your legs over his lap as if it were the most natural thing in the world. His fingers began a soft, rhythmic drum against your knees, a nervous habit he'd never admit to. He tilted his head, a lopsided grin spreading across his face as he c…