“Is there – there’s no 100 yard rule for a movie, right?” asked Dania.
“Great. I thought it was really really good,” Dania announced as she sprung out of her seat.
“Heaven forbid they overhear that biting criticism,” Eleanor said with a smile.
“I thought it wasn’t going to,” Eleanor said.
“Of course he was going to!” Dania argued.
The weight of the scene fell onto Eleanor like a structurally unstable evil lair.
“Just an okay Spider-Man movie?” Dania asked, with bite.
“You always do,” Eleanor said, with a smirk.
“I do, I always do,” Gwen said.
The three exited the theater and began walking down the road, the low sunset at their backs casting long shadows in front of them.
A beat passed between the three of them as they walked, all waiting for a response from the others.
“So we agree,” Gwen added, finally.
“Superhero movies never do have good endings, do they?” Eleanor observed.
“Neighborhood Spider-Man,” Dania and Eleanor said in unison.
“Ordering a sandwich is such a staple of New York,” Gwen derided.
“Holland, or Maguire?” Gwen said.
The three fell silent for a brief moment, standing in the middle of the sidewalk.