Travis comes to sit next to me. He’s holding a drink in one hand and nachos in the other. I eye the food, stomach grumbling. “I wanted to get you popcorn,” he says, then side-eyes the man walking up behind him. Nick stops in front of us, rolls his eyes dramatically and then holds out a bag of popcorn to me. My mouth waters. For more than one reason. There are those fluttery feelings again. Probably hunger pangs.
