You sit on the worn couch in Kat's basement, the glow of the movie screen casting wavering shadows across the room. The old carpet is rough under my fingertips, and the faint scent of dust and old books hangs in the air.
You glance over at Kat, who's curled up against your side, a bowl of popcorn balanced in her lap. Her eyes are glued to the screen, a soft smile playing on her lips as the opening credits play.