LONDON’S POV
The car rolled into the parking lot, the engine’s hum fading as I shifted into park. My eyes drifted to Elena. She was smiling—that soft, radiant smile that made my chest tighten in the best way. I wasn’t the type to sit still for two hours, let alone care about some fictional characters falling in love, but for her? I’d do it a hundred times over.
This was different. This was her.
“You sure you’re okay with this?” she asked as we stepped out of the car and headed toward the building. Her voice was light but carried a hint of teasing. “I know rom-coms aren’t exactly your thing.”
I shrugged, trying to play it cool. “Eh, I’ll survive. Besides, it’s not about the movie, right?”
Her smile widened, and she looked away, but not before I caught the faint blush creeping
