"You are kind of losing your street credit by being here." I told him with a small laugh "Imagine if I told someone at school that the terrifying silent giant was sitting watching people from ninety years ago reciting poetry. They would never believe me."

The hand which was not clutching mine reached out to move a piece of hair from my face as he questioned "Why do you feel bad about that?"

"You have to sit here through this with me." I stated like it was obvious "I don't even know if you like Edgar Allan Poe."

"I have read a few of his poems." He said back and then added, "I would have read more if a small green girl did not steal her book back."

"How did you even know about this?" I motioned to the screen.

He did not answer.

"Stone, thank you." I told him and meant it "I think this is the nicest and most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me."

His large arm nestled around my waist before he lifted me onto his lap. His attention went on to the screen as he did so as he overlooked my shoulder.

I was going to argue but I figured I owed him for his gesture so instead I turned my head to the side and glared at him, but I did not move.

"Next time we will do something that you love doing." I whispered to him

He said lowly against my neck "What did you have in mind?"

"I don't know." I voiced before thinking of something "We could always just go to a public place and glare at everybody to scare them away. You love doing that."

His glare was not successful because he ended up letting out a rough laugh after it. This was also after I let out a small giggle.

A smart comeback was probably on the edge of his lips but a middle-aged man in front of us turned around and shushed us.

The angry shusher in front of us quickly apologised after meeting the gaze of the scary man I was resting on.

Covering my mouth to stop myself from laughing, I focused back on the short film playing. I let my head rest back on to his chest as I remained to lose myself in the words of the poet.

I watched it intently for a while until I saw that Stone was not watching it

"Are you bored?" I asked in a hushed voice over my shoulder

"No." He replied, still not even bothering to look at the screen.

I moved my head back so I could look up at him and I could utter "Then why are you just watching me?"

"Because you are beautiful." His mouth said against my hair "You are also mouthing every word. I am not missing a thing."