It was movie night at Lara Jean’s, and somehow you and Peter ended up sitting on the floor together, sharing the same bowl of popcorn. Halfway through the movie, he leaned over, whispering,

“You’re eating all the good pieces.” You rolled your eyes. “Popcorn is popcorn, Kavinsky.”

He smirked, grabbing a handful anyway. “Yeah, but you always pick the ones with the most butter.”

He said it like he’d been keeping track, which made your heart skip. When you didn’t respond, he nudged your knee with his.

“What? Don’t look at me like that. I pay attention.” You were about to fire back a sarcastic reply, but then he grinned — that lopsided, warm grin — and suddenly you couldn’t stop smiling either.