Hansen stretched his left leg from underneath the table to tap at Shin’s shin, discreetly.

“Drinking really brings out the flirt part of your ego,” Shin pulled Yohan’s glass towards himself, which only made Yohan’s grip tighten.

“Not the time, bud” Yohan hissed. He side-eyed urgently at the man fast approaching their table.

“Gentlemen, how are we all doing tonight? Their target, Ed introduced himself. “Oh, I presume that I am not interrupting your date night?”

Yohan bit his lip and flashed a million-dollar smile, “We are doing well tonight, sir. My partner and I have had a lovely day in this town.”

“I’ve noticed,” Ed let out a chuckle. “After all, you fellows have been following me around all day.”

Shin’s eyebrow slightly twitched at that comment, yet he maintained his silence. And Yohan looked past Shin, rather focusing on the background clinking of silverware from the other diners.

“… Which is why you two must have been reading my guide on the perfect date in Peonburg Town!” Ed laughed out loud. “It’s the new hottest release on my website, visitpeonburgtown.travel all about the places to visit in a single day. It starts with breakfast at Café Lucein; next is a stroll at Gaise Park for birdwatching; and you fellows are here to experience fine dining at Krasnaya.”

“We follow that page, sir,” Yohan nodded at the man.

“Then you must know what is the next activity on my guide,” Ed wiggled his eyebrows.

Yohan was in his thoughts for a second, remembering what he shouted at Shin earlier, “It’s se-!”

Shin cleared his throat interrupting Yohan, “A late night showing, was it?”

“That is correct, my good man,” Ed clapped his hands together in delight. “And my lovely wife and I just happened to be heading over there right now. We can make this a double date if you two are willing to mingle.”

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“We would be charmed to tag along,” Yohan agreed wholeheartedly. He looked over to where Ed and his wife were sitting, meeting the eyes of said wife.

She let out a relaxed smile and waved at him with a dainty hand.

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They settled on outdoor lounge chairs that were prepared for the showing tonight. String lights wrapped around the fall foliage, casting an orange glow, which complimented the yellow and orange leaves. In between the largest trees lies a giant white screen, empty of any pixels.

Yohan got himself a plain popcorn without any salt all to himself, and of course, he didn’t care to ask his partner if he wanted anything.

The show was starting, and the scene began with bystanders blankly staring at a boy who had tripped and fallen into the river. It seemed the boy was seconds before drowning as his head had finally submerged. Alas, the main character came to his aid. The sound of cheers yipped from the bystanders once the hero raised the boy from the watery prison.

“You’re actually paying attention to this cheesy ass movie,” Yohan whispered to Shin.

“I think it’s interesting if you view this scene from the hero’s perspective, that saving the boy hadn’t impacted the movie at all. It’s at most an everything thing to him since it’s just a minor scene to be forgotten by everyone. But no one takes a second thought at the boy’s perspective. How that one scene might mean the entire world to him, no matter what happens next in the movie.

“It’s the opening, hero does what heroes do. The victim does what the victim does. Life moves on,” Yohan brushed Shin aside.

The movie continued on, exploring the hero’s dilemmas and adventures. The movie was gory and held too many cliches for it to be bearable to watch.

Shin began once again at an entirely different scene, “The boy is just another nameless character that the main character saved, all for his ego. After all, this is the main character’s movie, not the boy’s.”

Yohan’s fingertips reached the bottom of the dry popcorn bucket. That marks one less task Yohan had to worry about. Still, Yohan’s attention had never left the couple sitting next to them.

The wife stood up after a dramatic scene transitioned into one filled with mass murder.

“Follow her.” Shin’s eyes never left the screen.

“Bruh, why don’t you follow her? You know how creepy it is to suggest some strange man follow a woman anywhere?” Yohan exasperated.

“You had eyes for me all night, so you wouldn’t know that she …” Shin paused.

“Yes, she’s been eyeing me since we were at the restaurant, but so have many married women; what’s new?”

“Have fun,” Shin shrugged.