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I took a picture of my dessert and sent it to Hannah before scoping a large portion of chocolate cake into my mouth. After seeing not one but two movies gouging on popcorn and soda.

With Ian making fun of me for a few escaped tears because of how emotional the ending of the second movie was.

“Why do you like them so much if they make you sad?” He had asked when we left the theater.

“I didn't cry because I was sad, but because it was so well portrayed it made me emotional, I guess” I looked at him over my shoulder, his face tipped down slightly as we walked outside, “What can I say, I’m a sucker for sad movies.” I wiped once more at the wetness clinging to my lashes.

His hand fell to my hip and he pulled, “I know what would make you feel better. How about some chocolate cake? After dinner of course?”

One thing with him he was determined to keep me fed, I haven’t eaten so much in one day as I have today. He was always: would you like some of that? That looks nice lets get some.