Saturday couldn’t come fast enough, but now that Dante was sitting beside Izz in the almost empty top row of a dark theater with the movie half-finished, he wished that time would slow down. They sat at one end of the row and another couple—probably high schoolers from the looks of the pair—sat on the other end, leaving the seats in the middle empty.
Dante tossed a few kernels of popcorn into his mouth, munching slowly, the half-congealed butter and soggy pieces squeaking against his teeth. Salt burned the back of his lips and Dante reached for his soda.
Izz was reaching for his own drink. Their hands touched and Dante froze. Izz seemed not to notice, picking his soda up from the cup holder and taking a long pull. When he put his cup back, their hands collided again. “If you wanted to ho
