“I love you,” I said to make him beam that much wider. “And yes, I’ll love your trees, plural. But can we compromise on the movie?” “Sure. Be a Scrooge.” He laughed, but his eyes were twinkling. “Miss the guy from that cop drama you like as a lumberjack fake dating a shopkeeper. A male shopkeeper.” “All right, all right. Twist my arm. Guess we better support quality content like gay lumberjacks.”
Is this actually a movie? I wanna watch it!!
