It was Sam's birthday, so he got to pick the movie. He picked one of those frat-house comedies, full of half-naked co-eds and devoid of any intellect at all. Ryanne would have preferred some dreary art film, but it was Sam's choice and Ryanne wouldn’t complain. They both got the movie ready to play on each of their different TVs.
"Okay, on three, we’ll press 'play.' One, two, three."
The dual opening soundtracks echoed through each other's phones, a split second out of sync.
