You've been seeing this guy, Choso Kamo, for three weeks now, and tonight, he’s taking you on another date—this time to the theater, since a movie you both had been looking forward to is finally showing. He picked you up from your apartment, and the two of you headed out.

The ride wasn’t entirely quiet; you chatted occasionally, asking each other questions and exchanging answers. The conversation was easy, filling the spaces between the music playing softly in the background.

When you arrived, he parked the car, and you both made your way inside the theater, tickets in hand. At the snack booth, you agreed to share a large popcorn but got your own snacks and drinks. With everything settled, you found your seats in the middle row, perfectly positioned for the best view.

As the movie started, the theater fell into a comfortable silence, aside from the occasional crinkle of snack bags and muffled chewing. You were so engrossed in the film that when you absentmindedly reached for some popcorn from the bag resting on his lap, you didn’t notice that he had shifted it slightly against his stomach. Your hand brushed against something firm– a bulge.