After thanking her for the water, Sean couldn’t help but smile as he listened to Libby talk. For him watching zombie movies or TV shows tended to hit a little close to home in terms of eating people, so he couldn’t say he was very familiar with anything in the genre. Of course he’d heard titles before, some of which he’d come across during his many hours on Netflix and various other streaming platforms. Sometimes he even knew vague plot details, enough to know that the she’d listed off comedies and what she had chosen to watch fell more on the opposite end of the spectrum. So it wasn’t like he’d been living under a rock where zombies were concerned, just that sitting down and actually watching them on screen wasn’t something he typically cared for. Then again, horror in general was his least preferred genre unless it wasn’t very gory.
That he was willing to sit through a show that was bound to make him uncomfortable spoke volumes for how interested he actually was in spending time with Libby.
After taking a drink from the cup she’d given him, Sean asked, “But what made you choose to start a TV series when you could have just watched a few hours of a movie? Seems like a pretty big commitment for something you’re a scaredy-cat about.”