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The cars zoomed by.

“This makes me so nervous.” you say.

“Why?” Soda asks, smiling.

“What if the cars blow up, and we die? Or what if they crash? Or-“

“Hey it’s going to be fine,” He interrupts you. “Have some popcorn.”

“But what if I’m eating popcorn and the cars blow up and we die?”

“Then I’ll blow up and die eating popcorn with the girl I love.”

And he kisses you on the lips.