I should have told him I wanted the popcorn. Then we could have had a cute movie moment, reaching into the popcorn simultaneously and our hands touch. We look deeply into each other's eyes and…
"Bella?" Edward's voice breaks into my thoughts. "We're in the wrong seats. We need to move down one."
"Oh, okay." I scoot over, and he settles in beside me. We smile at each other. I try to tell myself to enjoy the movie. Don't get lost in your head.
The lights go dim, and the movie starts. I am trying to be cool but give him the signals that it would be alright if he wanted to put his arm around me or hold my hand. These dang reclining seats at the theater. I had never really noticed how wide the armrest was. How am I supposed to maneuver around it to lean into him? I can't just pull it up, can I? Would that be too obvious? What if he doesn't want to? What if he thinks that's too forward? He's so old-fashioned. Hmm… Watch the movie, Bella. If he wants to talk about it on the way home, you should have some idea what it was about.
Maybe I will just turn a little and leave my hand free, not too free, but just a little relaxed.
Halfway through the movie, he leans over and whispers to me, "are you alright? You seem a little fidgety?
Busted. "I.. I'm fine." I stutter. I really need to chill out.
I spent the next fifty minutes overplaying each moment of our date so far. Was he quiet at dinner because we have nothing in common or because he is a little shy, and when I get nervous, I do not stop talking, and he never had a chance to speak up? On the car ride to the theater, he let me pick the music. Was he trying to figure out things about me, or was he just being polite? I think my head is going to explode.
I am so wound up that I don't even notice the credits rolling. What was this movie about?
"Are you ready?" He asks as he stands up. I must look insane.
"Yeah." I stand up, and my knees feel weak.
As we walk up the aisle and out of the theater, we are pushed together by the crowd of people. The back of our hands brush against each other. He winds his fingers into mine. He looks at me and smiles, and in the dim light, I swear his cheeks are blushing. I know mine are. He keeps my hand as we weave in and out of the people and out to the car.
He takes me home and walks me to the door. "I had a nice time with you tonight." He says as he reaches for my hand and softly kisses it.
"Me too." I breathe.