You were just getting comfortable in your seat. The plush, leather chair let you recline back ever so slightly, the wood beneath the cushion only slightly uncomfortable. Your eyes briefly glanced at the big screen before they looked down the line, picking up Ben and Jane. Since the two had become a couple you had felt like a third wheel to your friends in your own mind.

Ben pressed a sweet kiss to Jane’s lips before being interrupted by a hand tapping his shoulder. “Could we switch seats?” Your brows pinched as you heard the question, then you saw his face.

Noah Calhoun.

The rascal that had been trying to get your attention all month. You watched as he held a small, red and white striped cardboard box of popcorn, flooded with bright, yellow, melted butter. As Ben moved to sit on the other side of Jane he gave Noah an encouraging pat on the back and that’s when it hit you. They planned this.

Ben and Jane thought you and Noah…the mill boy, would be a great match. An amused scowl took over your face, a playful eye roll and a small scoff. Noah took his new seat beside you and offered you some popcorn. “I can get you a pop too. Or some candies?” He suggested, not bothering with a greeting. He knew you and he knew you knew him too.

His blond tufts of hair slightly stuck out from his newsboy cap, his blue eyes locked onto your face. You prayed for the movie to start already and distract the lovesick boy next to you. He was cute though, you had to give him that.

His loose gray button up was folded up to the inner crease of his elbow. The smell of his cologne, which was most likely borrowed from Ben, radiated off of him and in a musky…dusty type smell that was quite pleasant. He was clearly dressed up to his nines for this.