He smiles and nods. "Our own normal. Think I'd like that." He passes her the drink, and opens the door to the theater.

There are a few people scattered about, mostly art students looking to get film credit, though there are a few in head scarves, looking to hear the sounds of their birth country.

Kevin finds a good spot for them, just as the commercials at the beginning start. "You're going to translate a little for me, right?" He asks, leaning as close as he dares.