"Darling," Peggy whispered. The house lights of the theater were about to be turned back on, and Angie seemed to be asleep on her shoulder. "Darling, the picture's over. You need to move." Peggy wiggled her shoulder a bit to jostle the other woman.
"Let me just stay this way until the lights are back on, English."
Peggy chuckled at the head of caramel curls as she realized the other woman's voice didn't sound nearly as groggy as she had expected. "You were never asleep," she concluded.
"No," Angie sighed happily, and when the house lights turned on she pulled away. "Come on, English. Let's get home."