Hand in hand, they enjoyed the movie. Eiden was genuinely immersed, eyes flicking across the screen as the plot unfolded. He chuckled at the right parts, tensed at the suspenseful moments, and even whispered an occasional comment under his breath. But while the film played a prominent role for him, Lyra's enjoyment stemmed from something far more delicate.
For Lyra, eighty percent of the joy came from simply holding Eiden's hand. Her fingers were interlocked with his, warm and trembling ever so slightly. Her heart was thumping loudly, almost embarrassingly so, and her face refused to hide the happiness bubbling inside her. A grin curled at her lips, refusing to disappear, and her eyes shone like little stars reflecting the movie's glow. To anyone watching, she looked like a girl living her dream moment and that wouldn't be far from the truth.
