The popcorn crackled in the microwave. She was conscious of him moving in the background, collecting beer mugs, opening the fridge to pull out two chilled pints and transferring them into the frosted mugs. The microwave pinged, announcing that the popcorn was done. She scooped out the fluffy kernels in a glass bowl and headed towards the hall.
He followed her with the beer mugs. She curled up on the sofa, tucked her feet under her, adjusted her soft pashmina rug on her bare legs and smiled at him. He had placed the beer mugs on a footstool and was pulling the CD drawer open.
Yes! It was that time of the weekend! They would both cuddle up and watch their favourite movies together, on a lazy Sunday afternoon. It was perfect!
“So what’s it going to be?” he asked rubbing his hands together, like some connoisseur about to pick at his priced collection.
She pulled the popcorn bowl on her lap, “I don’t know …. How about…Never Been Kissed?”
“Not again!” he said settling on haunches.
“What do you mean by not again?” she asked picking up a dainty popcorn between her fingers and scrutinizing it, as if it were a jewel.
“You know what I mean by not again. I mean not again!” he said half turning to look at her. When she just raised one elegant brow at him in response, he added, “Come on! We saw a romantic comedy just last weekend! One fine day?”
“And you didn’t enjoy it?” She asked putting the popcorn bowl back on the floor.
“Of course I did!” he said turning back to his CD collection. “But why cant we watch something like Superbad or High Fidelity?”
“Because they are guy flicks!” she said sitting up straight. He looked at her long bare legs peeping from beneath the folds of the pashmina, and looked right back at her petulant face.
“Well, we did watch Sex and the City the weekend before the last, which I remember was a chic flick! So if I can watch a chic flick to indulge you, why cant we watch a guy flick?” he tried reasoning with her.
“Because.. you LIKE watching chic flicks! You get to ogle all those women with perfect bodies and what not?” she said waving her hands in the air for emphasis.
He ran a finger down the spine of his CD collection, “Oh please! Sex and the City had old women wearing push-up bras and despite that effort you had to strain your eyes to catch a glimpse of what could have been boobs! And I still watched it… for you!”
“Ugh! Ok!! Your guy flicks don’t even have dehydrated… thingies to offer!” she added exasperated.
He laughed. A rich laugh which shook him. “I get your point. Ok. So lets watch Wall.e. ok?”
Subdues by his laugh, she sank back on the sofa and frowned at him sweetly, “ Who’s wallie?”
“A Robot? I haven’t seen the movie yet..” he was already hunting through the collection for the wall.e CD.
“Your idea of a romantic Sunday afternoon is, watching a sci-fi movie about a gay robot called wallie? I mean who has a name like wallie?” She said getting worked up all over again.
“Its not wallie!!” He protested. “Its Wall full stop E. And how do you know if he is gay or not without watching it?”
“I don’t want to watch robots!” she said folding her hands across her chest and pouting.
He looked at her and sighed. He then smiled to himself. “Umm.. its actually a love story between two robots, rather cute…”
“Really?” she asked interested but not wanting to show it.
“Uhuh!” he said pulling the CD out. He now had two CDs one in each hand. “So what’s it going to be?” he asked again. “Never been kissed?” he asked raising his right hand which held the CD of never been kissed. “ A movie you have seen at least five times. You know all the dialogues. Its cute. Its old. Or…” he raised his left hand which held the CD for Wall.E “Wall.E! A new love story you have never seen. You could probably love. And maybe you would want to watch again?”
She looked at both the CDs. Settled back and said, “Wall.E it is!”
He smiled and inserted the CD in the player. Picked up the beer mugs, handed one to her, settled beside her on sofa and tucked her in the nook of his arm. Sunday Afternoons had no choice but to be perfect!