Verity hesitated, biting her lower lip as she set down her knife and fork, a wave of nostalgia shimmering in her eyes.
“Tyron, weren’t you always nudging me to see a movie? There’s a theater just around the corner,” she said, her voice woven with wistfulness and warmth.
As the boss took the lead, I, a humble worker, had no grounds to refuse. I nestled close to my girlfriend in the dim, sparsely populated cinema, savoring popcorn as we watched a heartwarming romantic comedy.
This sweet moment I once craved came to life, yet I felt detached, yawning more than I cared to admit.
Verity, noticing my disinterest, frowned slightly and asked, “You chose this movie, didn’t you? Don’t you like it?”
“No, it’s pretty good,” I replied.
As my words settled, she rolled her eyes, a sharp comeback poised on her lips, but her phone buzz interrupted her.
In silence, she strode out in her high heels, leaving me in the dim light of the screen.
As the film unfolded, Verity still hadn’t returned. Just as I was about to grab my phone to check on her, a lively, familiar voice rang out, cutting through the atmosphere.
“Oh my God, Colton, you’re amazing!”