𝐄𝐳𝐫𝐚 | 18+

11

"I refuse to watch a that." He grumbles as I go on Aftermath.

"You big baby." I tease him. I gasp when I see the Lighthouse.

"Robert!!!" I yell, focusing on the movie.

"Isn't that..." he starts, trying to find the right words.

"Yeah, he fucks a mermaid." I nod slowly.

"Next." He shoos the movie away. I roll my eyes and look for other ones.

"La Llorona?" I saw that one and already, it's a bit boring to be honest. It's unrealistic. Like there is no chance that it could even be slightly real.

"Saw it." He says.

"A quiet place?" I ask, switching through the horror movies on Netflix.

"Saw it on a plane ride. Did you know that the deaf actress is actually deaf? And the actor who plays the dad made the whole cast learn sign language." He says.

"Was it any good?" I ask, turning towards him. We're sitting on his couch, he's on one side and I'm on the other curled up into a ball where the couch makes a 90° angle.

"Yeah, a bit slow." He shrugs. I flip through more movies.

The Silence.

"Ooh, I've been meaning to watch this." I say, reading the synopsis of the movie.

"Looks creepy." He comments. I nod.

"Popcorn?" He says, turning towards me with a glint of hope in his eyes.

"Always." I say huskily, making the 'The Rock' look, by staring off into the distance as if I were in a movie. He lets out a small laugh and gets up.
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"Salted or unsalted?" I ask, looking at two different bags of popcorn in my hands.

"Salted." He responds, looking at different packages of sour patch kids

"Salt makes my feet swell up sometimes." I say, chucking the Unsalted popcorn up onto its shelf. He had to take it down since it was high up, but I could easily throw it.

"Then get unsalted." He says, looking down at me, holding a package of sour patch kids.

"No. I shall have the salty deliciousness" I state, going to the next isle where there are breads and baked goods.

"Do we need anything else?" He asks, looking around.

"Yeah, a chainsaw so I can chop your head off." I say, jokingly.

"That's at Home Depot, not here."

"I was joking."

"Shut up."

"I didn't say anything." I laugh.

"Mhm, yeah."

"By the way, my full name is Delilah Noel Bouras and I'm twenty. I forgot to tell you yesterday. " I say as we near the cash register.

"Ezra D'Angelo Romano, 24." He says back. We wait in line behind an elderly woman with a cart full of stuff for Thanksgiving. Didn't anyone tell her that it's not November yet?

Since we're waiting in line, Ezra and I are squished next to each other to fit.

While I'm looking into the lady's cart because I'm curious, someone punches me in the shoulder.

I turn towards Ezra and glare at him.

"I saw that." I growl, narrowing my eyes at him. I wind my free hand and land my fist on his shoulder. He doesn't budge.