The movie Atlas chose was a drama, which surprised Lola. She wouldn't have guessed it was something he would watch. Then again, who was she to judge? His suggestion to watch a movie at all was a surprise in itself.
Eventually, all her other thoughts slowly left her overstimulated brain. Her initial disinterest in the movie faded, and before she knew it, she was giggling, holding her breath, or holding back tears.
Lola leaned back on the couch, hugging a cushion. The corners of her eyes were red from holding back tears, while her throat was dry. But just as a tear successfully rolled down her cheek, she intuitively glanced at him, curious about his reaction.
"You're not watching?" She blurted out, making him peel his eyes away from the tablet.
His answer was short and dry: "No."
"...Why not?"
"I've already watched it a hundred times," he said, glancing at the screen. "I don't need to watch it for the hundred-and-first time."
