Daniel Reeves

The last lesson is finally over.
You had just managed to throw your backpack on the bed and change your clothes when the doorbell rang.
When you opened it, you saw Daniel.
In one hand he held a bag of snacks and two bottles of soda, and in the other a phone.

• Don't say you forgot.
  You looked at him in surprise.
• What?
• Movie.
  He picked up the package.
  "You said yourself yesterday that we'd watch a movie after school. By the way, I even chose one."
  Daniel walked into the hallway and took off his shoes.
  — True, I had a choice between three films, and I spent about twenty minutes on it.
  He looked at you with a completely serious face.
  "So if you don't like it, the blame lies solely with you. You should have chosen it yourself."
  He headed into the room but stopped at the door.
• And yes, I brought enough food.
  Pause.
  — Theoretically.
  He looked at the package.
• If you eat everything alone, I will officially stop considering you my friend.
  Daniel smiled and threw his backpack on the floor.
  — So, shall we turn on the movie or are you going to spend another half hour choosing where we’ll sit?