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He tugged me to the counter. “Soda?”
“Cool. Yeah. Nothing else.”
He ordered some popcorn and drinks, and then stepped to the pickup line. “You okay?”
“Um. Good.” I swirled my ring.Three, six, nine.I went through a couple rounds of the numbers while he picked up our order and led me into the theater.
“Megan and Lucia are in there saving seats. See if you can find them.” I looked around, and it was barely light enough to find them in the middle of the row.Shit. Middle of the row.
“Um…can we, sit on the end there? I—um—always have to pee during movies.”Yeah, that’ll work.
“That’s okay. They’ll move for you. The middle is the best line of sight.”
And the most crowded. Surrounded by people. No escape. It was really dark. I couldn’t see very well.
Three, six, nine.“It’s a quirk, I guess. Pretty please?”
He was going to get annoyed with my quirks pretty fast.
“Sure. Grab the seats, I’ll text them.”
“You first.” I waved him in. “I like the aisle.”
“A girl who knows what she wants.” He winked again.
Even though the room was pretty dark, his light eyes made me smile. They were free. Weird, but I saw it. No worry or darkness. Just freedom to have fun.
And it was nice.
He showed me his phone with a text message open.
Fine, dog us for the hottie. We see how you are.
“What?”Hottie?
“Oh yeah. You’re certified hottie material.” He texted something back, but I kept looking at the movie screen, clutching my soda.
Maybe all guys were forward like Damon was. Thought it was just him.
“Okay, phone’s away.” He tucked it in his side pocket and leaned toward me. “Popcorn?”
“I’m good.” I sipped my soda and set it in its holder. “I have Blow Pops.” I dug into my purse and pulled out a couple.
“Oh my gosh. I haven’t had those in forever.” He snatched one from my hand. “Blow Pops, really?”
I nodded, sad he’d taken my cherry one. “Wait. That one’s mine. You have grape.” I handed him one, and he looked at me sideways.
Ignoring him, I unwrapped my sucker and watched the previews. The movie went by with minimal talking; he was really into the show. That was okay, though; it was nice to get lost in a movie like this.
I’d gone to them with Damon, once or twice, but it was different. He couldn’t see the screen. I couldn’t ask him specifics. He had only what he heard to go off. This was different, that was for sure.
“Pizza?” Trent asked, escorting me down the aisle.
“I like pizza.” I turned the corner. “Hawaiian is my favorite.”
“Good. We’re headed to Luke’s Pizza Co. next. You in? Please tell me you’re in. What sucks about a movie for a first date is that we can’t talk.”
“First date?” I pulled my collar away from my neck a little. Suddenly felt scratchy. And tight. Way too tight.
