“You’re not even watching the movie, are you?” Beth whispered, leaning closer to Ian in the dim glow of the theater screen. He glanced at her, his lips quirking into a half-smile as he shifted in his seat, the armrest between them long since abandoned. “I’m watching,” he murmured, though his eyes flicked back to her for a moment too long.

They’d been friends for years, ever since college, but tonight felt different. Beth had suggested the movie on a whim, and Ian had agreed without hesitation. She was wearing a soft sweater that clung just enough to hint at her curves, her dark hair falling in loose waves over her shoulders. Her lips, painted a subtle red, curved into a teasing smile as she nudged him with her elbow. Ian, tall and broad-shouldered, looked effortlessly casual in a worn leather jacket, his stubble catching the faint light from the screen.

“You’re missing the best part,” Beth said, her voice low and playful. She gestured toward the screen, where the hero was mid-chase. Ian leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. “I think I’m already watching it.” Beth froze for a heartbeat, her pulse quickening, before she turned to face him, her eyes searching his in the flickering dark.