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“Jean-Claude Van Damme,” I add.
“Exactly.”
I bite the corner of my mouth, so I don’t laugh, but my stomach shakes anyway, and I let out a snort.
He frowns. “What are you laughing at?”
“Nothing,” I reply quickly, nodding. “Van Damme. Great actor. Very relevant films.”
I can’t keep the laughter off my face, though, and he furrows his brow knowing I’m full of shit.
Just then I hear a giggle somewhere behind me, and I turn my head over my shoulder, seeing Jay turned away from the screen and leaning into the girl, both of them full-on making out now.
“You know them?” the man next to me asks.
I shake my head. He doesn’t need to know my business.
We fall silent, and I finish the popcorn in my hand, letting my head fall back as I look up to the high ceiling and the antique gold arches overhead. He sits next to me, and I breathe in and out slowly, despite the hammering in my chest.
Why am I nervous? Is it Jay?
No, I’m not even thinking about him at the moment.
People chat around us, waiting for the movie to start, but I can’t hear what they’re saying, and I don’t really care. My skin feels warm.
“So, what are studying at Doral State?” he asks.
I shoot him a surprised look. How does he know where I go to school?
Serial killer.
But then he gestures to my bag on the floor, and I see the keychain hanging off it with the university emblem emblazoned on the face.
Oh, duh.
I sit up. “Landscape Design,” I tell him. “I want to make outside spaces pretty.”
“That’s nice. I work in construction.”
I flash him a half-smile. “So, you make inside spaces pretty then.”
“No, not really.”
I laugh at his forlorn tone like he’s so bored with what he does.
“I make them functional,” he corrects me.
He turns hazel eyes on me, warm and piercing, but then his gaze drops to my mouth for a split moment, and a flutter hits my stomach. He quickly looks away, and I drop my eyes, having a hard time catching my breath.
Clearing my throat, I bend down and pull out the box of donuts from my bag and place them on the tray, swinging the little table in front of me and lifting the lid.
The sweet scent immediately hits my nose, and my stomach growls.
I glance back at the projection window, wondering if the movie is starting soon, because I was saving these for that, but now I’m starving.
I feel the guy’s eyes on me, and I glance at him, explaining the donuts, “It’s my birthday. In addition to the wine, my boss gave me the only cake she could get at a drive-thru.”
I pick one up and lean back, putting my feet back on the arm rest in front of me.
