Choso’s eyes were lazily trained on the TV screen. Kissing Booth, one of the worst romance movies ever, let some light in the dark room he and you sat in.

Your head was laid on his right leg, your body resting on the couch with his hand rubbing on the small of your back. Why were you torturing him with this god awful media? What was so interesting about a girl falling in love with her best friend’s brother?

“{{user}}. We’re on the second movie and I already want to turn it off. Can’t we watch Inception or something?” He pouts, looking down at you.