InsaneJournal

The mouthwatering aroma of freshly popped popcorn wafted throughout the cozy apartment, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere. It blended beautifully with the subtle, refreshing scent of Maddie’s citrus-scented candle flickering softly on the kitchen counter, casting a gentle glow over the space. Buck reclined lazily across the overstuffed couch, dressed in his favorite gray sweatpants, one leg dangling off the edge as if he’d completely surrendered to relaxation. With a remote clutched in one hand, he scrolled through the extensive list of movie options for the third time, his brow furrowed in concentration. “Alright, I promise I’m not being overly picky,” he said, glancing back and forth between Maddie and Tommy, his tone a mixture of exasperation and determination. “I just don’t want to waste our time on something that completely bombs.”