The Grand Lumière Cinema's private screening room was a haven of indulgence, its velvet seats cradling Alex, Tisha, and their friends in plush comfort.
The rom-com burst onto the screen with a vibrant montage of city lights and a bouncy pop soundtrack, the story of two clumsy lovers stumbling into a chaotic romance.
Sarah was hooked from the opening scene, her eyes glued to the screen as the protagonists tripped into a hilarious coffee-shop meet-cute.
"Oh my God, this is so my vibe," she whispered to Danny, her voice bubbling with excitement as she nestled into his arm, oblivious to the electric undercurrent rippling through the row.
The seating had fallen naturally. Tisha on the aisle, her sapphire dress glowing faintly in the dim light. Alex beside her, his tailored jacket open, his body tense with anticipation. Mike next to him, crunching popcorn with feigned nonchalance, then Danny and Sarah at the far end, lost in their couple bubble.
