The man saw her walk towards him

The man saw her walk towards him in the dark. She was stumbling over everybody's legs and bags and stuff.
He hated it when people came in after the movie'd already started. Like, who does that?
- Sorry... Her voice was soft as she whispered her apology to him. She was slightly bent towards him as she tried to find her way between the rows, letting her fingertips lead the way.
He could smell a wonderfully light scent in the air. Suddenly he felt intrigued. Who was she? What did she look like?

The scent was one he'd felt before. It was years since he'd seen the girl that wore that same scent. It was Euphoria, he was sure. It also was years ago since he had touched the girl that wore the same scent. God! Concentrate on the film! He was now annoyed with himself, actually. That girl was part of the past! Why was he still thinking of her?

The woman had found an empty seat just a few seats from his. He looked into the darkness to see what she looked like. Was she looking at him? He wasn't sure, it was too dark to be sure. For a few seconds his gaze returned to the screen. He tried to focus on the movie, but it was clearly gonna be impossible. They had enjoyed a few movies together as well. He remembered her head resting against his shoulder. He never knew whether she enjoyed the movies or if she just enjoyed to sit next to him in the dark. Oh that girl. She kind of never had left his thoughts. There was always something that reminded him about her. And now this woman. Damn women and their perfumes! He knocked over his popcorns of pure frustration! He felt the woman gazing towards him as he bent over to find the paper cone on the floor.

- Here, I'll help you,
There was the soft whisper, the Euphoria. The hand touched his as she gave the cone of popcorns, now half empty, back to him. And that's when it all stopped. There was no doubt.