Miller's hand brushed against mine as we shared the armrest, the brief contact sent shivers down my spine. The contact happened over and over, and we exchanged a warm smile instead of dwelling on the awkward situation.
Going to the cinema was the fourth item on my wish list, and I felt grateful to Miller for making my wish list a reality.
Miller and I are settled on the cozy seats at the cinema, surrounded by the twinkling lights of the Christmas decorations as we waited for the movie. The aroma of fresh popcorn in our hands filled the air, mingling with the excitement of the holiday.
“What's the title of the movie we are expecting to watch?” I asked Miller again, hoping he would just tell me the answer.
He was the one who got the tickets for us, and he refused to tell me the title of
