His Mission
I ask him, watching as his shoulders sink and his eyes darken considerably.
"Yeah, I'll be back soon," he responds tightly, grabbing his jacket from the opposite couch.
"Wait, where are you going?" I ask, eyebrows scrunched up. He'd promised to spend the night with me eating junk food and watching movies.
Adam Sandler is not someone you could watch on your own, it's just not the same.
"I'll be back soon, a few hours tops." He mumbles, looking around for his keys. I lean forward, picking them up from the coffee table and chuck them at him —