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“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