“Ten, no it's Ten.”
“It's not”
“It's Ten, I swear it.”
“You stole my popcorn! Give it back.”
I've been bantering over this popcorn with Dario for fifteen minutes; I needed enough popcorn ready for my movie, I scooted closer to him as we sat to watch Bridgerton—the movie.
“I still don't know why you picked this movie.”
“Cause its the best of the best.” I roll my eyes, nudging me
“We should watch other things.”
“I want to watch this. Hand me my soda.”
“Yes ma'am”
Halfway through the movie, I burst into tears. It was beautiful. Amazing work of art; the way George loved Charlotte so much. I couldn't —
I look at Dario and see him already asleep, his head on my shoulders. He looked so beautiful even in his sleep.
I continued watching until I saw the reflection of a body movement fr
