There's so much food to choose from, so I attempt to take everything. 

"Plastic sir?" He lifts up a hand still typing...dude.

 Just because he's walking with me doesn't mean he's with me. 

He is with me yeah but who's struggling to carry all this stuff? 

Exactly.

Caramelized popcorn, snickers for  whole month, cookie dough stick, Dr pepper, the list goes on and on and on.

I cannot believe how nice Ryan is being today. 

Despite his phone up in his face all day, he has really shown another side to him. 

That's great okay, now choosing the movie.

"So we have After, the Kissing Booth and Five Feet Apart. Which one?" Oh boy that is a really hard decision to make. 

"After?" I ask.

 He shrugs and goes with me into the unknown.

We sit in the middle row, not too bad.

 Aside from gross couples eating each other's faces off, smelly propped up feet and undecided people, the view's pretty good.

Ryan's still texting, I'd love to take a peep but I don't want to lose an eye. Maybe it's important.

As soon as the movie starts I stuff my face with several assortments of candy, popcorn, cookie doe etcetera.

Mid movie Ryan puts down his phone and watches.

 Finally. 

He reaches for my pop corn.

 I slap his hand away but he just chuckles, "Hey, I got you these, you could at least share."

I laugh sarcastically, "You wanna lose an arm Mother Theresa?" He laughs and continues to this love sick drama.

An hour later

"What the fuck was that?!"

 "Calm down Angel."

 "No, that was bullshit!"

" How could it end like that?!"

"She fell in love with him, he was playing her sure but he fell in love with her too. Could she at least see that?"

" Come on, you can't leave something like that hanging like some greasy chicken." 

"Yes, but it makes people interested in the sequel-"

"Cut the bullshit, why did he play her though? Damn sociopath messing with the poor girl's mind."

I am on a roll ranting about that stupid ass movie I picked. 

Ryan's dying from laughter while I'm here preaching about the bullshit some people let us see.

This was a wattpad book, can you imagine that?

 I place a hand to my forehead trying to cool down. 

"Aye aye aye, I'm so conflicted right now."

"How about some dinner pizza?" Ryan asks smiling. 

I think my excited jumping is an answer.

 He grabs my hand and leads me to a place where I shall find refuge, a place where bingers like me find solace, a place I shall soon call home. 

The cinema restaurant.

"Here's your meal sir." Some snobby waiter says, his upturned collar, two tailed three piece suit and height make him look like Kowalsky from penguins of Madagascar.

What am I chopped beef? 

Maybe I am. 

Lemme check my reflection in my spoon.

 Nope, pretty human and abnormal.

 "What are you doing?" Ryan asks. I nearly drop my spoon and reply, "Checking to see if I'm still visible." I stated simply.

 "What? Why?" His stoic expression annoys me.

 "Everybody just greets you and not me. Like they don't see me at all."

 He nods and smirks, "It's 'cuz they know me, I'm rich remember? You are the lucky girl that scored a young rich and handsome business man. They're jealous." 

"Jelly." I correct him.

 "It's not jealous, jelly." He rolls his eyes and goes back to the thin informative box in his hand. 

"Pizza my love, would you mind if I dined with you?" 

I proclaim that this meal is mine earning a snigger from 21st Century boy across from me.

I take a slice and bite into heaven, "Pizza, surely you didn't think that dining with you meant eating something else with you?" 

No answer, hmm.

Soon the pizza's gone and Ryan  hasn't touched it, he's so zoned in on texting. 

WTF?

Am I not interesting enough for him?

Am I not more funny than the texts on his screen?

Eh, I'm just kidding but honestly though, he's the same guy who asked me to teach him how to text.

Who could he possibly be talking to?