"It's quite alright," he reassured as he grabbed a rag and cleaned it up. "Shitty glass anyway." He hugged her. "Try again?"

She nodded. "I tried to fit two things in one space at the same time. This time, I'll do it differently."

"Alright, then." He poured her a new glass. "Let's hope for better luck!" He smiled.

Dea concentrated. The milk began to take on a yellowish tinge. It grew darker and darker before finally turning orange. Dea opened her eyes and smiled.

Michael's eyes grew wide and tears welled in them. He wrapped his arms around Dea tightly. "You're amazing," he sobbed.

Dea picked up the glass and tasted it. She wrinkled her nose. "It still tastes a little milky. I missed a few spots..." She snuggled into the hug.

"That's quite alright. It was only your second try." He really felt he might've fallen in love. With a lady, no less.

Dea yawned. "That made me tired...But I wanna be awake. Let's do something fun!"

"Your turn to decide." He said. "Coffee was my idea. It wasn't that fun..."

She shook her head. "But I don't know anything fun here..."

"I usually only go drinking... so... I wouldn't know much either..." he thought for a moment.

"A movie?"

"What's that?" Dea asked curiously.

"It's like a pre-recorded play." He tried to find a simpler way to put it. "That's the best I can explain it, really.

Dea nodded. "Okay. That sounds fun."

"Alright." He stood up. "I suggest you get ready to go out. I'm going to get dressed myself." He smiled. Hopefully they are playing something good.

He walked into the bedroom and grabbed jeans and a shirt. He wondered what was actually playing at the theatre...