Tickets in hand already, and with a tub of popcorn in his other, Shark contentedly loiters around in the lobby of the theatre. In just under an hour, he would be watching the premier of Sharknado 2, and with some girl he roped along just so he felt less ridiculous about going to the theatres alone. Well, she shouldn't be complaining, anyway. He is paying for everything. It's kind of like a date, except he barely talked to the kid anyway and really just wants someone to appreciate those sharks.
Unfortunately, she is also running a little late, and Shark normally would have been frustrated and impatiently dialing her number by now to insist that she speed up. But not today, because he knows he kinda came early anyway. An entire hour early. She probably won't even be here until the last 10 minutes before the show starts, and that's alright, but if he so much as misses one second of the movie--
Well. That's a thought to be saved for later. Because right now, he has an uncharacteristically cheeky grin plastered across his face. Because he, frankly, is very excited to see a bunch of flying sharks hammer New York City into rubble. Because sharks are amazing like that.