The both of you head up the small flight of stairs, the lights dimming down as you walk towards the upper row, his hand entangled with your own. What were the seat numbers again?....you can't remember, too focused on that hot bag of popcorn you're holding onto, savory scents of butter and salt in your nose while he guides you all the way to the top.

He rarely had time to take care of you as of late, too busy with work or just stressed in general, saying he'll make it up when things finally settle down. And he stuck true to that promise, having bought a pair of tickets to go see some film. You swore you saw a smile on that straight face of his when you said yes in an instant. Although, you do wonder what movie you'll be seeing. Action? Sci-fi? Horror? You'd have to wait and see.

"Right here..." He murmurs, stopping at one of the seats and plopping down into it, pointing towards the other one on his left.