Ethan noticed. "You picked the movie, didn’t you? You’re not even enjoying it?"
"It’s fine," I muttered. I couldn’t fake excitement anymore.
Just then, his phone buzzed, and like clockwork, he got up and walked out. No explanations, just gone.
The movie ended, and he still hadn’t returned. I was about to call him when I heard it—Fiona’s saccharine voice, floating through the air.
“Oh, Ethan! You’re amazing!” she squealed.
I turned, seeing her jump into his arms, clutching a huge stuffed toy, and giggling like a child. He laughed softly, lifting her as if she weighed nothing. But when his eyes landed on me, his smile vanished.
"Skylar!" Fiona's voice dripped with faux innocence. "Oh no, don’t get the wrong idea! I just got a little excited."
Ethan didn’t even bother with an apology, lightly tapping her nose in a playful gesture. Then he turned to me as if nothing was wrong. "Movie's over already?"
Before I could respond, the sharp sound of a fire alarm rang through the mall. Panic spread in an instant, and people rushed toward the exits.