"It looks like someone made popcorn."
I blinked in surprise, glancing at the few kernals left in the bowl. "Yah, I made it last night."
She smiled in understanding. "Ah, after I went to bed right?"
I stared at her, not sure if she was serious or not. "No...I made it during the movie, Ray. The one we all were watching together."
It was her turn to stare at me in confusion. "You did?"
"Yah, you were sitting right there."
She rubbed a temple, frowning. "Oh..." She shrugged and smiled. "I guess I was so into the movie I didn't notice."
I smiled back, trying to hide my worry. I could understand how she could not notice me eating popcorn last night, but could she be so engrossed in the movie that she couldn't smell it permeating the room? Everyone else had noticed. "Understandable. It was rather intense wasn't it?"
"I'll say. The song the Bride sang? Totally nightmare worthy."
"Totally was. It's been stuck in my head all day." Was Ray alright? She'd been acting a little off the past couple of days. Had something happened that she wasn't telling us about?
"Yah...." her eyes unfocused briefly and she shrugged, rubbing the back of her neck. "Next time you make popcorn, be sure to give me some alright?"
"Alright...." Strange...I'd thought she didn't like popcorn....
-Inspiration from Movie Night with Roommates
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