Angela's POV :
"Are we going on the typical cliché date where we go to some restaurant. The waiter or waitress flirts with either one of us and we get jealous?" I said to him while he was driving.
He chuckled and said, "Sweetheart, I can assure you that we won't go to a diner. I won't let other men see you when you look so good."
"Awww-" I was cut off by him.
"Yeah, don't think I'll say that. There weren't any available reservations so we have to go to the cinema instead." He smiled sheepishly.
"You NEANDERTHAL!" I pinched his arm.
When we reached the cinema theatre, he gave me the 'golden opportunity' to pick out any movie. His words, not mine.
Yakov groaned and said, "Gosh Angela! You're gonna make them hate me by the end of the story."
Psh! That was my plan all along.
I saw the
