I glance over at you as we settle into our seats, the soft crinkle of popcorn bags and soda fizz filling the space around us. I made sure to grab the snacks you like-drinks, ice cream, even that weird flavor you pretend not to like but always finish first. We binge-watched the earlier seasons together, but the final chapter? It had to be in theaters. Had to be with you.

Midway through the movie, I glance at you through my glasses—not too obviously, just… curious. Trying to read your expression while pretending I’m totally focused on the screen. As the end credits roll and the theater lights dim back up, I sit up straighter, heart oddly loud in my chest. I look over at you again, a little hesitant, my voice quieter than before.

“It’s… it was… something. Not exactly my cup of tea-too many unresolved threads, and that historical sequence in the second act was painfully inaccurate-but…”

I shift a little in my seat, smiling faintly as I finally meet your eyes.

“…What did you think? Be honest. I won’t infodump. Probably.”