‘Please don’t pick the chick flick,’ he pleads in his head.
“I don’t know,” Amy says, “What were you and Adam planning on seeing?”
“That one,” Brian says pointing to the poster of a muscly, dirty guy walking away from an explosion with a gun resting on his shoulder.
‘Of course.’ Amy rolls her eyes.
Amy looks at Brian and studies him for a moment. “Okay,” she says after deciding he’s worth one bad movie.
“Really?” Brian turns to face her, eyebrows raised.
“Sure,” Amy smiles, “why not?”
Brian shrugs his shoulders. “Not a typical movie for a girl.”
“One,” Amy holds up a finger and her smile fades, “I am not your typical girl. And two,” she holds up another finger, her smile returning as she raises an eyebrow playfully, “you’re paying for it.”
“Oh?” Brian grins. “So, if you were paying, what would you choose?”
Amy laughs. “If I was paying,” she places a finger on his chest, “I would not be here with you.”
Brian laughs and grabs her finger to point it at another poster. As he does, he pulls her in a little closer to him. “Well, how about that one? A happy medium. Action comedy.”
Amy bumps her shoulder into his chest. “Sure,” she says, smirking, “if that’s what you want.”
Brian smiles thinking of what he really wants.
Amy puts her hand down. “Well,” she turns to face him, “let’s go. It starts in ten minutes.”
Together they walk to the box office to buy tickets.
The smell of theatre popcorn hits them as they walk in. “Mmmm, I love movie popcorn,” Brian says, “Want some?”
“No,” Amy says crinkling her nose, “but I would like some red licorice please.”
Sarah leans in to Adam, finding a comfortable place at his side. Adam’s lips curve in a smile.
She likes how she fits into the crook of his arm. His clean, masculine smell igniting her senses.
‘How fitting,’ she watches the clouds float by and feels as though she is floating along with them.
She sips her coffee, savouring it and the moment she has found herself in. Her hands still cold, wrapped around the hot, steamy cup.
Sarah is surprised at how comfortable she is. She has never had a man in her apartment before. Clearly, the dating gene skipped her and went to her sister who seems to have a new boyfriend every month.
She sighs thinking about her sister who is at the theatre with Adam’s friend Brian. She wonders where that will go. Brian seems a bit arrogant. What if they date? Will that change her relationship with Adam.
She gasps. Is she in a relationship with Adam? A mind starts to spin. What if he doesn’t feel the same way? Does she even know if that’s the way she feels?
‘Of course it is silly girl,’ the voice inside her head speaks up again, ‘after those kisses, you better be in some kind of relationship.’
“What’s wrong?” Adam asks, sensing her body tense against his.
“What are you thinking?”
“Nothing,” the panic going deeper as she fears that he’s on to her.
“You really are a terrible liar.”
“Why?” Sarah breathes. “What?”
“You’re clenching your mug,” Adam looks down at her hands. She follows his gaze to see her knuckles are white from holding her mug so tightly. “And your shoulders are tense.”
“Oh,” she whispers, keeping her head down.
“What is going on in that pretty little head of yours?”
“Nothing.” She says again.
Adam, still not buying it, repeats, “liar.”
Sarah doesn’t give in to confess her thoughts.
Adam, facing his own fears asks, “Am I making you uncomfortable? Do you want me to go?”
Frantic, Sarah places a hand on his knee, “No. No not at all.” She shakes her head. “Please. Please don’t go.”
‘Great,’ she thinks, ‘now I am a pleading, desperate fool.’
“Good,” Adam smiles in relief, “because I like you and I don’t want to go.”
“Good,” Sarah nods, happy with herself for diverting the problem.
“So,” Adam smiles, “are you going to tell me what has you so tense all of a sudden?”
(c) Rachel Rennie
My apologies. Time does not permit me to complete this chapter this weekend. I will have the remainder of it completed and posted for Wednesday.
Thank you so very much for following along. Your continued support is very much appreciated.