When they got back to his house, Tyler grabbed the tote from the truck and carried it in. "How about some popcorn? I just have a strong craving for it."
"Sounds good. Hope your microwave is better than mine. No matter what, I always burn part of the bag then my apartment stinks for days."
"Nope. I do it the old fasioned way. I like controlling my own butter and salt."
"I haven't had popcorn that way in I do not know how long."
"Well, you are in for a treat today. How about you go get comfy and turn on some music? I will work on the popcorn and we look at some of these photos."
"Sounds great." Libby ran off to the bedroom and changed into one of Tyler's t-shirts. She went back into the kitchen and booted Tyler from the stove. "Now, you go change. I got this. I know how to make popco
