Olivia's POV
As we stepped out of the dimly lit theater into the cool night air, I blinked, my eyes adjusting to the sudden change. The smell of buttered popcorn lingered on my fingers, and I could still taste the sweetness of the soda on my tongue. Logan's hand found mine, our fingers intertwining as we joined the throng of moviegoers spilling onto the sidewalk.
"So," he said, gently squeezing my hand, "what'd you think? Did you like it?"
I tilted my head, considering. The movie had been a whirlwind of passion and drama, with steamy scenes that had me squirming in my seat. "Yeah, I did," I admitted. "It was... intense. What about you?"
"I liked it too, but..." He trailed off, seeming to search for the right words.
"But what?" I prompted, curious.
"The heroine's costumes were a bit weird."
I burst out laughing. "Seriously? That's what you took away from the movie?"