Annabelle suddenly rested her head on his shoulder...
Leona Grant stiffened, glanced over cautiously, and then...
Meeting his gaze, Annabelle frowned, a little bored. "So when is the ghost finally going to show up?" she asked.
Leona Grant was speechless.
'The ghost has already come out and killed a whole group of people, and there are people nearby who've been scared to tears...'
The corner of Leona Grant's mouth twitched. He looked at her in disbelief. "You're not scared?"
Annabelle gave a tired smile. "Compared to the movie," she said weakly, "I think these girls' screams are way more terrifying."
If it weren't for all the screaming, she would have fallen asleep long ago. In fact, she had dozed off a few times, only to be jolted awake.
Leona Grant was exasperated. He'd been hoping to see her get scared and seek refuge in his arms.
'How did I end up falling for such a weirdo?'
Annabelle saw his conflicted expression, then glanced around the theater thoughtfully.
