two hours and 45 minutes after arriving, the credits were finally rolling. everyone piled out of the dark theater into the dimly lit lobby. my eyes had barely adjusted to the light when you randomly placed a hand atop my head. You towered over me, and it took a minute for me to catch a glimpse at you from under your long arm. You were smiling slightly, gauging my reaction.
"hi"
I really hate it when people mess with my hair. Especially at times like these when it wasn't cooperating with me. But all I could do was smile at the familiar gleam in your eyes. I wonder if that's why you did it in the first place... wondered if that was why you did anything when we hung out. to see me smile?
I took a step forward, raising on the tip of my toes to place my right hand on top of your head in the same fashion.
I mimicked your sly grin, "hi"
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