“I didn’t like the movie that much.” Amy said, brushing the hair out of her eyes.
“What? Why not?!” Adam turned around and stopped walking, which then caused Amy to stop walking. The people around them hastily made way for their sudden stop.
Amy shrugged, “’Dunno, it just-it didn’t make me feel anything.”
She continued walking, thinking Adam would let it go.
“Didn’t make you feel anything?!” Adam jogged to catch up with her. “How about when the mother died? How ‘bout then?” Adam once again stopped walking.
“Nothing. She wasn’t believable at all, Adam.”
He looked at her incredulously. “I don’t know why I expected anything from you; you never feel anything, do you?” And then under his breath, “Especially for me.”
Now Amy stopped. Her eyes widened, her mouth dropped open, and she crossed her arms.
“I don’t think this about the movie anymore.”
“Your damn right it isn’t.”
They stood there in the freezing cold in front of a closed down bakery.
“I didn’t like the movie Adam, at all, and I don’t like you.” Amy whispered.
She uncrossed her arms, took the ring off her finger, and held it out for Adam to take.