When Van invited you to the movies one sunny spring Saturday, you were expecting something maybe like Scream.

Not The Fifth Element.

Van had already watched the theater release of the film with Taissa, but had insisted you come with her to watch it a second time, because she just knows you love Sci-Fi. Least to say, you didn't know what to expect (bless Orson Scott Card's problematic ass, he can write intergalactic war, but not romance that isn't incest or pseudo-pedophillic)

You didn't expect to be sat for two hours while watching some of the most mind boggling, "Challenge For the Gateway" by Larry Elmore-esque visuals with Van quipping words and phrases in your ear the whole time

"You know, the Divine Language only has four hundred words," Van whispers in your ear with a grin, lips and cheeks highlighted in the light polarizing from the cinema screen as her face leans close to yours to beat the loud speakers, her ginger waves brushing against your shoulder as she reaches a hand to get a fist of popcorn from the bucket in your lap.