Franks P.O.V

I spot Vanya sitting alone on her porch. She looked beautiful. I carefully step outside of my car and up the front steps. She smiles at me. She was wearing an Iron Maden t-shirt. I wonder if she knew how much I loved that band. Our outfits almost matched except for my Misfits band tee. I open the passenger door and start the car. We drive in smears silence.
"You look nice." I finally say.
"I look like shit."
"Nope, not at all. In fact, I love Iron Maden."
"This was Gerard's old shirt."
"Oh."
"But I like the band too."
I clear my throat and watch the road.
"So, Vanya, what movie are we going to see?"
"I don't know, you can pick."
"....Do you actually want to see a movie?"
"Yeah."
I pull the car over and stop the engine. "Do you just wanna watch a movie at my place?" I ask.
"That's fine."
I sigh, and restart the car. I turn around and head back to my place. She still couldn't be more beautiful.