Four versus one wasn’t a fair fight.
Granted that Noah was torn between staying or going back into their dorms for the sleep he had been deprived of since the other night, the boys eventually won and they went straight for the local movie house.
“The Old Guard?” Verity read the huge poster plastered on the wall and scrunched her nose up, frowning at it. “Can’t we just— you know, watch Enola Holmes instead? I heard about it. They said it’s great.”
“Subjective,” André pointed and leaned on the wall, his hands stuffed deep inside the pockets of his jacket. “Besides, we originally wanted to watch Bad Boys For Life, but we were being considerate of you, so … ”
“Like literally, how is this being considerate?”
André shrugged and grabbed the large popcorn bucket from Zac, scarfing down a hand
