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touch and the light in her eyes. “I’m Liz. Liz Savoy.”
“Savoy.” Jake couldn’t help it, he was falling fast and hard with no idea where the ground might be. And for that moment, he didn’t care if he ever found it again. “That’s really beautiful. Is it French?”
She laughed which surprised him because he didn’t know it was funny. “I think it’s more Italian. At least that’s what my grandma always said, but you’re right, it sounds more French, doesn’t it?”
Why did he have so much trouble focusing on what she was saying when he was close to her like this? And the lingering of her fingers on his wasn’t helping anything. “Yeah. Yes. Definitely some French in there somewhere.”
The lights suddenly slipped and muted, leaving them in the dim light, and Jake blinked for real to get the spell to let him go. Not wanting to but knowing he couldn’t hold her hand like that over the laptop, half turned to her the whole movie, he withdrew his hand as she went the other way. When he was safely back on his side of the armrest, his mind slip-slid through the last hour. If he hadn’t lived it in bright, shining, life-like color, he would never have believed it had actually happened. In fact, he had to let himself test it several times to make sure he wasn’t in fact dreaming. Then again, if he was, this was one dream he never wanted to wake up from. One glance at her, and he smiled. Truly it was the Best. Dream. Ever.
The movie was good enough, a typical chase flick that started with a bang and never let up on the action until the final credits started scrolling. By the end Liz was tired from the nonstop, head-spinning thrill ride. Several times throughout the movie she had wondered if he would make some kind of a move, to hold her hand again or to put his arm around her, but he never had. Maybe she had misread this whole thing she thought again as they sat, neither moving, though it seemed everyone else in the theatre was already headed out when the credits started.
She looked over at him, but his gaze was glued to the screen. “You ready?”
When his gaze came over to hers, he looked a bit puzzled and somewhat startled. “What? Oh. Sorry. I usually stay to watch the credits, but we can go if you want.”
That was odd, but she checked her judgment. “Oh. No. That’s okay. We can stay. I don’t mind.” She settled back in her seat, watching, not sure what was so interesting.
Once she snuck a sidelong glance at him. He had a nice silhouette outlined with those dark whiskers that were such a part of him not to mention the nice everything else that was so inherent to him. He still had his computer on his lap, and she suddenly felt very bad for making him hold it the whole time. Glancing back to the screen still scrolling, she puzzled over why they were still there. Especially since everyone else had already left.
After another minute, she could stand it no longer. Leaning over to him, she purposely did not take her gaze off the black surface smattered with a disparity of names. “What exactly are we looking for?”
He slid down a little more in his seat and leaned back to her. “I just think it’s amazing to see how many people it takes to make a movie. I mean, look at that. Grips and assistants to the make-up people and stand-ins and stunt people and people who wrote the music and people who recorded the music. Production people and distribution people. I don’t know. I just like to spend a little time at the end saying thanks for all their talent and time.”
Liz wasn’t sure if it was what he said or how he said it, but something about it captured her true admiration. She let her gaze slide up his face and back down it before she returned it to the screen. They were down to the music list. The names were so small, they were barely legible. Still, he was right. It was an impressive list.
And then the screen went black, and the lights came up. She stood with him, stumbling in the
“Savoy.” Jake couldn’t help it, he was falling fast and hard with no idea where the ground might be. And for that moment, he didn’t care if he ever found it again. “That’s really beautiful. Is it French?”
She laughed which surprised him because he didn’t know it was funny. “I think it’s more Italian. At least that’s what my grandma always said, but you’re right, it sounds more French, doesn’t it?”
Why did he have so much trouble focusing on what she was saying when he was close to her like this? And the lingering of her fingers on his wasn’t helping anything. “Yeah. Yes. Definitely some French in there somewhere.”
The lights suddenly slipped and muted, leaving them in the dim light, and Jake blinked for real to get the spell to let him go. Not wanting to but knowing he couldn’t hold her hand like that over the laptop, half turned to her the whole movie, he withdrew his hand as she went the other way. When he was safely back on his side of the armrest, his mind slip-slid through the last hour. If he hadn’t lived it in bright, shining, life-like color, he would never have believed it had actually happened. In fact, he had to let himself test it several times to make sure he wasn’t in fact dreaming. Then again, if he was, this was one dream he never wanted to wake up from. One glance at her, and he smiled. Truly it was the Best. Dream. Ever.
The movie was good enough, a typical chase flick that started with a bang and never let up on the action until the final credits started scrolling. By the end Liz was tired from the nonstop, head-spinning thrill ride. Several times throughout the movie she had wondered if he would make some kind of a move, to hold her hand again or to put his arm around her, but he never had. Maybe she had misread this whole thing she thought again as they sat, neither moving, though it seemed everyone else in the theatre was already headed out when the credits started.
She looked over at him, but his gaze was glued to the screen. “You ready?”
When his gaze came over to hers, he looked a bit puzzled and somewhat startled. “What? Oh. Sorry. I usually stay to watch the credits, but we can go if you want.”
That was odd, but she checked her judgment. “Oh. No. That’s okay. We can stay. I don’t mind.” She settled back in her seat, watching, not sure what was so interesting.
Once she snuck a sidelong glance at him. He had a nice silhouette outlined with those dark whiskers that were such a part of him not to mention the nice everything else that was so inherent to him. He still had his computer on his lap, and she suddenly felt very bad for making him hold it the whole time. Glancing back to the screen still scrolling, she puzzled over why they were still there. Especially since everyone else had already left.
After another minute, she could stand it no longer. Leaning over to him, she purposely did not take her gaze off the black surface smattered with a disparity of names. “What exactly are we looking for?”
He slid down a little more in his seat and leaned back to her. “I just think it’s amazing to see how many people it takes to make a movie. I mean, look at that. Grips and assistants to the make-up people and stand-ins and stunt people and people who wrote the music and people who recorded the music. Production people and distribution people. I don’t know. I just like to spend a little time at the end saying thanks for all their talent and time.”
Liz wasn’t sure if it was what he said or how he said it, but something about it captured her true admiration. She let her gaze slide up his face and back down it before she returned it to the screen. They were down to the music list. The names were so small, they were barely legible. Still, he was right. It was an impressive list.
And then the screen went black, and the lights came up. She stood with him, stumbling in the
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