“I love you Adam, but this thing-”
“I know Maria... I know.”
Ugh, I need to stop this. That was the fifth romantic flick I have seen today.
“So go. But know this; I will always be here waiting for you. Our children’s children will know our tale.”
Who’s Brad. Wait, that did not come from the movie. Someone else was in the theatre with me! Sweat pours off my forehead like a waterfall. I look around me, and-
It’s my crush with some guy.
Or so is my assumption.
I sit farther back into my seat and cover my face with popcorn.
“Stop it Brad, someone might be in here.”
“Ha, yeah right. Who would want to watch such a old and lame movie like this?”
“Umm... me. Thats why we are here for date night.”
Damn, how can a guy like that, with no care for who their partner is, get a girl like her. I know I can do better than this guy; I can just picture how I would treat her. I close my eyes and imagine it all.
“Hold on Brad, someone keeps calling me”
I open my eyes and-
How!? I’ve teleported about, um, 10 inches into the seat on my left and my lips are touching my crush’s-