“We’ll never fight, will we, Harry?”
“Of course not. We’re much too in love.”
“Much too mature.”
“Kiss, kiss, hug, hug, yeah that’s us.”
“Time for a chick flick, popcorn, chocolate!”
“Uh, can’t wait, sweetie.”
“Harry! Did you eat all the chocolate?”
“What? Me?”
“You did, didn’t you? You’re so inconsiderate you even left the wrappers behind!”
Wrappers are thrown, the door slams. Harry is all alone.
From under the sofa, he pulls out a bag of M&M’s, smiles, and streams the movie, Terminator.