Blanche's POV
I stared at Vincent's mischievous grin but kept my mouth shut.
He was smiling, but something about it looked forced to me.
When I didn't respond, Vincent scooted closer, brushing his shoulder against mine, his voice turning playful and whiny. "Come on, just tell me, do I look like that or not?"
I turned my head away, noticing people lining up at the entrance for ticket checks.
I stood up and said to Vincent, "Come on, they're letting people in now."
Vincent glanced over and saw a few couples had already gone through.
Seeing me eager to get inside, Vincent reluctantly got to his feet.
He grabbed the popcorn and milk tea while I held onto our movie tickets.
After getting our tickets checked, we found our theater and made our way to our seats.
As we sat down, I noticed couples everywhere—in front of us, behind us, on both sides.
A faint smile tugged at Vincent's lips when he spotted this too.
Once the movie started, the whole theater went quiet.
