Owen Moreland raised his hand and pinched her cheek, finding it soft and smooth, "Then you better keep a close eye."
Amelia Clarke laughed, "I don't want to be watching, if someone else takes you away, I'll just turn around and find someone new."
Owen Moreland gripped her hand suddenly with force, "You sure seem easygoing about it."
Amelia Clarke continued smiling, "If it's not mine, why force it?"
After about fifteen minutes, it was finally their turn.
The ticket seller was a girl in her twenties, her cheeks flushing red while talking to Owen Moreland, and she didn't dare to lift her eyes, "What movie would you like to see?"
Owen Moreland turned his head to Amelia Clarke, "What do you want to watch?"
Amelia Clarke glanced at the big screen overhead and chose a fantasy movie starting ten minutes later.
