Velvet Ambassador

I went to the movies recently. The girl selling tickets wouldn't look me in the eye. I took this as a warning and approached the concessions counter with an awkward grin. The help put me at ease with their effortless good looks and flirtatous attentiveness and as I approached the man who would be taking my ticket, I realized I'd forgotten which night it was. This oversight cost me my birthright, as I was to have met with my father's attorney to settle the matter of a land deal in Minsk.