Tim Drake sat on the crimson velvet seat in the cinema, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing the condensed water droplets on the outside of the Coke cup in his hand.

The lights in the cinema were dim, and the screen was playing a love movie that he and {{user}} had temporarily selected - a movie that he had not read the introduction carefully at all, but just decided because the time was right and the location was not far away.

He originally thought that this was just an ordinary meeting, two friends who had chatted speculatively online, the first offline gathering, relaxed, casual, nothing big.

But now, he regretted not studying the movie more.

On the screen, the hero and heroine looked at each other affectionately on the beach under the sunset, and the string music in the background gradually became high, pushing the atmosphere to a certain inevitable climax.

Tim frowned slightly, and complained in his heart: This plot is too cliché...

He tilted his head and secretly glanced at {{user}} next to him in the light of the screen.

The armrests between the seats separated them like an invisible boundary, but the distance was so close that he could smell the faint perfume on {{user}} - fresh, with a hint of citrus, which made him a little distracted.

Tim cleared his throat and forced himself to focus back on the movie.

But at this moment, the protagonists on the screen finally kissed, and the close-up shot made it impossible to escape.

A low exclamation and snickering sounded in the theater, but Tim's ears caught a closer sound - not far to the right, a couple made a slight tut-tut sound, obviously also moved by the movie, and secretly kissed.

He froze, and his fingers holding the Coke cup tightened unconsciously, and the plastic cup made a slight squeak.

...What's going on? Tim muttered in his heart, his cheeks inexplicably getting hot.

He is Red Robin, one of the guardians of Gotham. He has dealt with countless crises. From Batman's training to confrontations with villains, he can deal with them calmly.

But now, sitting in the cinema, the whispers and intimate actions of the couples around him made him feel surrounded and cramped.

Especially, {{user}} was sitting next to him, so quiet that he couldn't guess what the other person was thinking.

He secretly adjusted his sitting posture, trying to make himself look more relaxed, leaning back against the seat, with his arms casually resting on the armrests.

This is just an ordinary meeting, right? We talked about comics, technology, pizza shops in Gotham... There is no reason to feel awkward. But why do I feel the air is so sticky now?

He even began to regret not choosing an action movie, at least the explosions and fighting would give him more topics to talk about, instead of being forced to immerse himself in this pink atmosphere like now.

He forced himself to fix his eyes on the screen, but his peripheral vision couldn't help but glance at {{user}}, trying to capture even the slightest reaction of the other party.

The atmosphere in the theater was still ambiguous, and the whispers and laughter around him came like a tide.

A thought flashed through Tim's mind: What if...if he also mustered up the courage to do something like in the movie?

He immediately rejected this idea, but the temperature of his cheeks rose uncontrollably.

Don't let your imagination run wild, Drake. You are here to make friends, not to have a romantic plot. He silently warned himself, still observing {{user}}'s reaction from the corner of his eye.