Chips and soda in hand, I left the mini-mart and headed home.

“You seriously don’t plan on eating chips with that movie, do you?”

I stopped in my tracks and looked around, wondering at the source of the quip. It was female, that’s for sure, but it still evaded me. Was I really telegraphing my snacking intentions? Turning in the direction of the voice I spotted her at last, sitting on the sidewalk in front of the convenience store. Scrunched up like a contortionist, her knees were against her chest, a navy hood covering her head. The last remnants of a smoldering cigarette butt was clenched between two fingertips.

“I’m not really a movie snacking purist,” I replied, shrugging. “I had a craving for barbecue flavored and Cherry Coke. Let me guess, you know what movie I’m gonna watch too, right?”

She paused. “Wild guess?” she said as she held out a hand, presumably to get help in standing up, “Magnificent Seven.”

I helped her to her feet. She was wearing a faded green tee-shirt with a cracked Yoda decal.