[ There's a certain tightness that settles in him every time he passes this neighborhood, unbeknownst to him or not. It's not the movie theater that catches his attention this time though, but the flash of red hair just in his periphery. He doesn't take his eyes away, but reaches a hand forward to gesture to the driver. ]

Pull over.

[ The car rolls to a stop, and he considers things very seriously for a moment before opening the door. ]

Excuse me, miss?