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“At the mall earlier you said you wanted to pay for the tickets. I didn’t want you to be angry, thinking I ignored you and paid for them anyway.”

I looked down at my lap. Had I really been that difficult?

“What?”

“Of course you got the tickets ahead of time. It was selling out. I’m glad you did.”

“I wasn’t sure if I should, but then we wouldn’t be able to see the movie tonight. I didn’t want you to be disappointed.”

“Chase, it’s fine. Really. Thanks for doing that. I can get the snacks, how’s that?”

He smiled and relaxed into his seat. “Sure.”

“Let’s just get inside. I don’t think this rain is stopping any time soon.”

He reached into the back seat and pulled out an umbrella. He ran around the car and held the door open for me. When I got out, he pulled me in close.

“You want to make a run for it?”

I nodded. “On your mark…”

“Go!” he shouted.

I tried to keep up with him, while he tried to keep the umbrella covering the both of us. My arm was wrapped tightly around his. We were both laughing until we approached the curb. A huge puddle had formed, and we were heading straight for it.

“Chase,” I warned, trying to slow down.

“You can make it!”

“Chase! My legs aren’t long enough!”

“Jump, now!”

We both leapt over the puddle. I squeezed his arm as he pulled me across. We were out of breath, and still laughing when we landed on the other side.

“I would have killed you if I landed in that puddle!”

“You have no faith in me.” He held out his arm. “Look at these little claw marks you left in me. It looks like I got attacked by a baby squirrel.”

“I couldn’t exactly pay attention to my grip as I was flying through the air.” I rubbed his arm for good measure. “You’ll live.”

We blew past the line and scanned our tickets on Chase’s phone at the machine. Then, we stood in front of the snack counter and surveyed the options.

“So, are you a chocolate or gummy kind of girl?”

“Both. What kind of question is that?” I reached out and took a bag of Sour Patch Kids along with a box of Junior Mints. “What are you getting?”

He chuckled. “Oh, are those all for you?”

“I don’t share my snacks.”

“Not even with me?!”

I shook my head. “Not even with the one and only Chase Brooks.”

He grabbed a large bag of popcorn off the shelf. “Fine. Then you can’t have any of my popcorn.”

“Fine.”

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