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I nod in agreement, feeling a sense of gratitude wash over me. “I’m glad we’re on the same page now,” I say, my voice filled with sincerity.

“Hey, how about we watch a movie to pass the time?” Josh suggests, his eyes bright with excitement.

I grin at the suggestion, eager to continue our impromptu adventure. “That sounds like a great idea. Let’s do it,” I reply, scrolling through my tablet in search of the perfect film.

After much deliberation, we settle on a classic comedy that we both love, eager to lose ourselves in the world of cinema. As the opening credits roll, we settle back in our seats, ready to enjoy the show.

But as the movie progresses, we find ourselves unable to resist the urge to critique it, pausing at intervals to share our thoughts and opinions.

“I can’t believe they’re still using that tired old joke,” Josh remarks, his voice laced with amusement as he points out a particularly clichéd moment.

I laugh along with him, nodding in agreement. “Yeah, it’s like they’re not even trying anymore,” I reply, unable to hide my amusement.

But amidst the laughter and banter, there are also moments of genuine appreciation, times when we find ourselves caught up in the magic of the film.

“I forgot how much I love this part,” I admit, a smile playing at my lips as I watch a particularly heartwarming scene unfold on screen.

Josh nods in agreement, his eyes shining with affection. “Me too. It’s like revisiting an old friend,” he says, his voice filled with nostalgia.

And as we continue to watch the movie together, I can’t help but feel a sense of gratitude wash over me. Despite the unexpected turn of events and the challenges we’ve faced along the way, being stuck together with Josh has given me a chance to connect with him in a way I never thought possible.

And as the credits roll and the movie comes to an end, I find myself feeling strangely reluctant to return to reality.

As the movie comes to an end, Josh and I find ourselves caught up in a spirited debate about the merits of Marvel versus DC. I can’t help but roll my eyes at Josh’s insistence that DC is superior, while he scoffs at my unwavering loyalty to Marvel.

“Come on, Andrea, you have to admit that DC has some iconic characters,” Josh argues, his voice filled with conviction. “Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman—they’re legends in their own right.”

I shake my head, unable to hide my amusement at his passionate defense of DC. “Sure, they may have iconic characters, but Marvel has depth and complexity,” I counter, my voice tinged with excitement. “Just look at the Avengers or the X-Men—they’re more than just superheroes, they’re flawed and relatable.”

Josh snorts in disbelief, clearly unimpressed by my argument. “Flawed and relatable? Please, Marvel is all about flashy special effects and shallow storytelling,” he retorts, his tone dismissive.

I bristle at his words, feeling a surge of indignation rise within me. “Shallow storytelling? Have you even seen ‘Avengers: Endgame’ or ‘Black Panther’?” I shoot back, unable to contain my frustration. “They’re not just movies, they’re cultural phenomena that have resonated with audiences around the world.”

Josh rolls his eyes at my impassioned defense of Marvel, clearly unmoved by my argument. “Please, ‘The Dark Knight’ and ‘Wonder Woman’ are on a whole other level,” he counters, his tone smug. “They’re cinematic masterpieces that have stood the test of time.”

I scoff at his assertion, unable to believe that he’s comparing DC’s offerings to Marvel’s groundbreaking films. “Sure, ‘The Dark Knight’ was great, but it’s just one movie,” I retort, my voice tinged with sarcasm. “Marvel has built an entire cinematic universe that spans over a decade—that’s no small feat.”

Josh shakes his head in disbelief, clearly unwilling to concede defeat. “Agree to disagree, Andrea. But mark my words, DC will always be superior to Marvel,” he says, his voice filled with conviction.

I open my mouth to argue further, but before I can say another word, we’re interrupted by the sound of approaching headlights. Help has finally arrived, and with it, an end to our spirited debate.

But amidst the turmoil of my thoughts, there’s a sudden commotion outside the car, jolting me back to reality. Peering out the window, I see a tow truck pulling up alongside us, its lights flashing brightly in the darkness.

“It looks like help has arrived,” Josh says, his voice filled with relief as he steps out of the car to speak with the driver.

I watch as he converses with the driver, his easy smile and friendly demeanor putting me at ease. Despite the late hour and the inconvenience of our situation, Josh remains unfailingly polite and courteous, his kindness shining like a beacon in the darkness.

As the tow truck driver sets to work fixing the car, I find myself feeling strangely grateful for our unexpected detour. And as we finally set off towards our destination, I can’t help but feel a sense of optimism building within me, knowing that no matter what challenges lie ahead, I’ll always want Josh in my life.

Chapter sixteen

Josh

As the tow truck pulls up to our stranded car, a pang of disappointment washes over me. It’s not that I’m not grateful for the help—of course I am—but there’s a part of me that’s reluctant to let go of this unexpected moment with Andrea. For a brief, shining moment, it felt like we were the only two people in the world, and now that illusion is shattered.

I step out of the car to speak with the tow truck driver, my mind still reeling from the events of the night. Despite the chaos and uncertainty, being stuck together with Andrea has brought my feelings for her to the surface in a way I never could have anticipated. But I can’t shake the question that lingers in the back of my mind—does she feel the same way, or is she still pining after Jeremy?

“Hey there, folks. Looks like you’re in a bit of a pickle,” the tow truck driver says with a friendly smile, his voice laced with a hint of Southern charm.

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