Ethan lifted his head and, seeing Vivian's clear and bright eyes, couldn't help but let a faint smile curl his lips.
"Took you long enough to get a drink, the movie's about to start." He looked displeased as he patted the seat next to him and said to Vivian, "Sit down, why are you still standing there?"
"No, I..." Vivian looked at Ethan in confusion, then glanced down at the movie ticket in her hand. It was row 13, seat 14 — that was correct. But hadn't Simon told her at home that her seat was next to his??
"What's the matter with you now??" Ethan reached out, grabbed Vivian's wrist, and pulled her down into the seat. "Your legs are short, so you run slowly. Are you also slow to sit down?"
"You're the one with short legs." Vivian rolled her eyes at him and said irritably, "I'm just puzzled. My seat was supposed to be next to Simon. How did I end up beside you??"
