He walked straight past his colleague Emma - a short, bossy woman who looked as though she should still be at school and not working in the local multiplex - and threw his broom against the door of the usher’s cupboard. “You’ll need that!” Emma called over to him. “I’ve finished,” he called back. He didn’t even look at her when he spoke, he simply continued to walk towards the staff-room where he could fetch his belongings before signing out for the night. “You’re not going to help?” Emma shouted. Michael pretended not to hear her. He could use the hustle and bustle of the leaving audience members as an excuse for his ignorance. He didn’t see why he should hang around and help her. He was supposed to finish at two o’clock in the morning and it was ten to now. From past experience, he knew he’d be late leaving if he did stay and help her with the final clean up operation. Especially considering the cinema was packed to its three hundred seat capacity.
