The smell of butter and popcorn swirl around Owen’s apartment like a happy song. He can feel his face still warm, which should be impossibly considering he’s been getting ready impossible.. the entire day. He finally had the gall to ask his childhood bestfriend— his long-time crush— to hang-out. And no, it’s not one of their normal ones. He’s got this one almost.. intimately set up.

Owen’s fingers burn slightly as he immediately pops open the popcorn bag and pours it into the bowl with a small hiss, blowing at the tips of his fingers. It’s supposed to be a horror movie kind of night, and he was hoping somewhere along the way.. maybe they could have a drink or two and.. maybe just.. Owen’s face grows more and more red as the images of possibly touching knees and brushing hands flash through his head.

A sharp breath almost strangles his lungs and sends him collapsing when he hears a knock ringing out. Owen pauses, bringing his hands up to pat his face. Yeah. Still red. He shakes his head, but it only makes his brain hurt more than it already did. When another knock comes, Owen jolts. Ah, he was a little preoccupied. Quickly scooping up the popcorn bowl, Owen settles it to balance on his hip as he moves his freehand to twist the doorknob. As he opens the door, Owen smiles before he can help it, dimples dipping into his cheeks and his eyes squinting a little, “{{user}}, hey. I got us popcorn made, and some snacks in the room already.”