Just as I expected, he let out a groan. “Do we have to? The movie is terrible. Worse than your never-ending one.”
“Mine isn’t a movie, it is a TV show. How many times do I have to tell you?” I walked beside him back to the theater.
“Whatever. It sucks, and I’m sick of hearing people sing everything.”
“I like singing.”
“You’re terrible at it.”
“Thanks a lot.” I smacked him in the stomach. “Enjoy the rest of your date.” I winked, and we walked back to our rows in silence.
Taking my seat again, I felt a lot better. Maybe it was because I knew Ethan was hating every minute of the movie or maybe it was because I knew when the movie ended so would his experience with dating.