Movie. What's my favorite kind of movie?”<br />“Is there a point to this?”<br />“Please, Lucy. What's my favorite movie?”<br />“Horror. Why?”<br />“No reason,” I sighed as I slouched back in the chair.<br />“And would you stop that! Please? It's distracting,” she said as she<br />slammed her hand down on top of mine to stop me from twirling my ring.<br />I jerked my hand out from under hers so I could cross my arms over my<br />chest.<br />“What's with you today?” Her tone was saturated with distaste.<br />“Nothing.”<br />“Well, you're being awfully annoying for nothing to be wrong,” she<br />retorted. “Go ahead, Josh. I'm listening now.”<br />I could feel the cold emanating from her and flowing in my direction. It<br />had been this way for a while I just didn't want to see it.<br />Danny and Josh looked at me and then awkwardly focused on other<br />things.