Sean Lowell walked over to her, holding two large tubs of popcorn.
Yara Quillan frowned at the popcorn Sean Lowell offered her and sneered, "By the way, Sean, did you really think we were on a date?"
'A date with this man? She must have nothing better to do.'
'If it were Henry Lester, on the other hand, she might actually consider it.' Thinking of Henry's perpetually mature and powerful demeanor, she even wondered if he had ever set foot in a movie theater.
Sean Lowell's face fell at the tone in Yara Quillan's voice. Although he hadn't thought of this as a date, he now found himself wishing it were.
His lips quirked. 'This woman really seems to hate me.' The realization annoyed him. "There are tons of people on the street just waiting for a chance to date me. You're being a little too full of yourself."
