'I Do' For Revenge-Chapter 78: Like Real Couples

As we approached the theatre, Axel suddenly veered toward a side entrance I’d never noticed before.

"Where are we going?" I asked, following him through a different door marked ’VIP Access Only.’

"I may have made a small upgrade to our movie experience," he said with a slight smirk, leading me down a carpeted hallway lined with movie posters.

"What kind of upgrade?"

"The kind where we don’t have to deal with crying babies or teenagers texting during the movie."

A uniformed attendant greeted us at the end of the hallway. "Good evening, Mr. O’Brien. Your private screening room is ready."

I stopped walking. "You booked a private room? When?"

"On our way here, when I was on my phone. I figured after the week we’ve had, we deserved a little luxury," Axel said, looking unsure all of a sudden. "Is that okay? Too much?"

"It’s..." I paused, taking in the plush surroundings and the attendant, who was waiting patiently. "Actually, it’s perfect."

The screening room was intimate, with only twelve leather recliners arranged in three rows. The seats were more like first-class airplane seats than theater chairs, complete with side tables and ambient lighting that could be adjusted individually.

"This is incredible," I said, settling into my seat and immediately sinking into the buttery leather. "How did you even know this existed?"

"I’ve been here twice, when I needed to clear my head. Usually for documentaries about ancient Rome or World War Two."

"Of course you have," I laughed, accepting the large bucket of popcorn from the attendant. "And here I was thinking you were spontaneous."

"I can be spontaneous. Tonight’s spontaneous."

"Booking a private screening room is the opposite of spontaneous, Axel."

"Okay, I guess I’m kind of spontaneous, but in a planned way. Is that even a thing?"

"For you, it is."

"So, what masterpiece are we about to witness?" Axel asked as I scrolled through the available movies on the room’s tablet.

"You’ll see in about thirty seconds," I replied with a mischievous smile, popping a kernel of popcorn into her mouth.

When the title "Love Actually Happens" appeared on screen, Axel raised an eyebrow but didn’t protest. He simply sipped his soda as the lights dimmed, settling back into his seat.

"A romantic comedy? Really?" he whispered in a teasing voice.

"What’s wrong with romantic comedies?" I whispered back, nudging his arm. "Sometimes you need something light and predictable."

"I didn’t say anything was wrong with them. I’m just surprised. I pegged you more for action or thriller."

"Well, you don’t know everything about me yet."

The lights dimmed as the movie began, and I settled back into my seat with my soda.

The movie was exactly what I’d hoped for: light, frothy, and utterly predictable.

The female lead was a workaholic marketing executive who’d given up on love, and the male lead was a charming coffee shop owner who believed in fate. Classic setup, but executed with genuine warmth.

For the first time that week, I felt my shoulders truly relax.

The constant tension that had become my default state began to ease as I lost myself in the simple pleasure of a well-crafted story. The private room made it even better, there were no distractions, no strangers coughing or whispering, just the two of us and the movie.

"This dialogue is actually pretty good," Axel murmured during a particularly witty exchange between the leads.

"I told you so. Sometimes predictable is exactly what you need."

"Are we talking about the movie or life in general?"

"Both, probably."

During the quieter romantic moments, I found myself stealing glances at Axel.

His face stood out in the dim light, and I could see how he smiled at the funny parts, with real amusement showing in the corners of his eyes.

When our hands both reached for popcorn at the same time, our fingers brushed, and neither of us immediately pulled away.

"Sorry," I said.

"Don’t be."

The movie built toward its inevitable climax: a miscommunication that kept the leads apart until the very last moment, when a grand gesture and perfectly timed confession brought them together.

"Okay, that was actually sweet," Axel admitted as the credits began to roll.

"See? Sometimes you need a story where everything works out exactly as it should."

"Even when it’s completely unrealistic?"

"Especially when it’s completely unrealistic."

We gathered our empty containers and made our way back through the VIP corridor and out into the cool night air. The parking lot was mostly empty now, the late show crowds having dispersed.

"Alright, favourite character?" I asked, tossing a stray popcorn kernel at him playfully as we walked.

"Easy. The bartender at the coffee shop," Axel said, dodging the kernel with a grin. "He had the best one-liners and knew when to mind his own business. Plus, his advice was actually useful."

"Wrong answer," I countered, laughing. "The sister was obviously the heart of the movie. She kept everyone grounded when the main characters were being complete idiots about their obvious feelings for each other."

"Grounded? She was completely nosy!" Axel protested, nudging my arm as we reached the car. "She read her brother’s texts, showed up uninvited to his workplace, and basically orchestrated that entire airport scene."

"That’s what good sisters do!" I shot back, my smile widening. "They push you to take risks when you’re too scared to go after what you want. She saved the day with that airport chase, admit it."

"The airport scene was over the top. Who actually runs through security to stop someone from leaving?"

"People who are in love do crazy things. Haven’t you ever done something completely irrational for someone you cared about?"

Axel’s expression shifted, becoming more thoughtful. "I don’t know... maybe once?"

"See? The sister understood that sometimes grand gestures are necessary. Logic doesn’t always win."

"Fine, fine," Axel held up his hands in mock surrender as he started the engine. "The sister was crucial to the plot. Her meddling saved the relationship. But the bartender still had the best delivery."

"I’ll give you that. His timing was perfect."

We continued our good-natured debate as we drove through the quiet city streets, dissecting plot points and character motivations with the seriousness of film critics.

The conversation flowed easily, moving from movie analysis to random observations about other films we’d seen.

"Did you notice they never actually showed them drinking the coffee?" I asked, scrolling through my phone to check the time. "For a movie set in a coffee shop, there was surprisingly little actual coffee consumption."

"Product placement failure," Axel agreed. "Though I did notice at least three different laptop brands prominently displayed."

"And don’t get me started on her apartment. No way a marketing assistant can afford that place in downtown."

"Movie real estate is always ridiculous. Remember that romantic comedy where the struggling writer lived in a penthouse?"

"Which one? That describes about twelve different movies."

We were still laughing about unrealistic movie apartments when we pulled into our driveway. The house looked peaceful in the moonlight, its windows dark and welcoming.

"That was a great night," Axel said as we stood in the foyer. His voice was almost intimate in the quiet. "We should do this more often."

I nodded, feeling a warmth spread through my chest that had nothing to do with the movie and everything to do with how natural this felt: coming home together, sharing inside jokes, planning future outings like an actual couple.

"Yeah, we should. Maybe next time you can pick something with explosions."

"Deal. But I’m still handling the snack selection."

"As long as you don’t go crazy with weird candy choices."

"I make no promises."

I turned to head upstairs, suddenly aware of how domestic this all felt.

After weeks of corporate battles and family drama, this simple evening had reminded me there was life beyond strategy and survival.

In my bedroom, I took my time getting ready for bed. The hot bath felt luxurious after our long day, and I found myself humming one of the songs from the movie soundtrack as I soaked in the lavender-scented water.

After changing into my favourite silk pyjamas, I was just settling into bed with a book when I heard a loud crash from somewhere downstairs.

I sat bolt upright, every muscle in my body instantly alert, straining to hear any follow-up sounds in the sudden silence that followed. What was that?