He heard the voice, knew it was directed at him (because who else was taking over an entire couch). Slowly, but surely, his attention drifted over to the girl. Even in the dim light Alex could clearly make out that she had snacks in her hands. He was moving at a snail’s pace, pushing himself by an elbow and pulling his legs closer to him.
Alex gave a little pat on the unoccupied cushion. There were two spots opened now. The middle and the one at the very end. He already assumed she’d claim the other side of the couch and that was perfectly fine with him.
He thought about asking if she’d share her snacks and even thought about signing it with fingers and hand gestures; in the end he decided to do neither and let his attention go back to the movie.