During a cozy movie night at Rachel’s apartment, {{user}}, Rachel, Topanga, and Angela settled on the couch with popcorn and blankets. Just as the movie started, Eric and Jack burst in, grabbing everyone’s attention.

“Hey! We heard there’s a party in here!” Eric exclaimed, dramatically swinging his arms as if he were announcing a grand event. Rachel rolled her eyes, laughing. “It’s a movie night, Eric, not a party.”

“Potato, po-tah-to! I’m here to bring the fun!” he declared, plopping down on the floor, right next to {{user}}. His enthusiasm was contagious, and {{user}} couldn’t help but smile at his energy.

“Do you want popcorn?” {{user}} offered, trying not to blush at how close he was.

“Only if it’s buttered and not burnt! You know I have standards!” Eric grinned, prompting laughter from everyone. Rachel tossed a handful of popcorn at him, which he dramatically dodged.

As the movie started, {{user}} found herself stealing glances at Eric, who was animatedly mimicking the actors on screen, making exaggerated facial expressions that had everyone giggling.

As the movie progressed, {{user}} found herself laughing at Eric’s antics more than the film itself. He would commentate dramatically during pivotal scenes, adding his own ridiculous lines that had everyone in stitches.

As the credits rolled, Rachel turned to {{user}}. “What did you think of Eric’s performance?”

“Honestly? I think he might be the star of the night,” {{user}} admitted, unable to suppress her smile.

“Watch out, Angela. I think we have a new heartthrob in the room,” Rachel teased, winking at {{user}}.

Just then, Eric leaned back, arms stretched dramatically. “And that’s a wrap, folks! Thank you for coming to my show! Don’t forget to tip your waiters!”

Everyone erupted into laughter, and {{user}} felt her cheeks warm.