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"Excuse me, how the hell can you call that acting–"
You squeeze his fingers with every intention to cause pain. This day wouldn't be like the last times you went to enjoy a movie. "Hey, think of the other people in this room. Hush."
He grumbles, tamed by your reprehension. You sigh, leaning back into the leather chair, and try to focus on what was happening on the large screen in front of you. However, Sting seemed to still have sass left.
"Wow. I can really tell he's heartbroken by that bland look in his eyes."
"Sting, shut up."
"I'm just saying, even Lector can do better–"
"Shut up."
*
And this is how you got kicked out.
After many dirty looks, eventually, a staff member came up to both of you and asked you to leave. Sting, the cheeky dumbass he is, cried a 'thank god' and gave the man an exaggerated handshake, while you apologized meekly to the staff. It was as if you were his mother and he your rebellious 3-year-old.
"I swear to god Sting, this is the third time," you cry, your breath turning into smoke on this cold night. Your boyfriend was leaning on the wall, scowling, wearing his favourite fur-lined coat in a deep ashy grey.
"I'd rather be cuddled up on the couch with you anyway," he shrugs. "I don't give a shit about a big screen and some 3D effect, surrounded by foreign people chewing and whispering. The best movie is enjoyed at home with the people you love- with you. Both of us under a blanket, close enough to feel each other's breath on our skin..." you flush as his voice takes a darker tone. "...and a place where you're allowed to bring your own goddamn snacks."
You sigh. Of course. From romantic to Sting.
People always say girls rant about everything– you don't think any of them had met your boyfriend yet, then they would surely revoke that statement. "Let's go home, okay honey?" you say, standing on your tippy toes to kiss his cheek. Realizing that you weren't mad anymore, his lips stretch into a smile that rivals the street lights.
"Of course, sugar pie boo-boo bear."
"I'm going to pretend you never said that."
"Whatever you like, my dearest cinnamon cupcake."
"Oh my god, stop."
Ah, and he was victorious again because he always knows how to make you flustered. And when you're flustered, you're distracted. And when you're distracted, it's the perfect opportunity for Sting to slip an arm around your shoulders.
