For a cartoon for kids, it was pretty sad. I certainly hadn’t expected to find myself sobbing into a tissue and making snuffly snot noises in the cinema. To make matters worse, I was the only adult and none of the kids were crying.
What had gotten into me lately? Was I hormonal? I didn’t think so, but circumstances would indicate otherwise. Was there a reason for it? If so, I hoped and prayed that it wasn’t the obvious one.
One of the kids behind me kicked my chair and I turned around to give them my best angry look. Except it didn’t work because I came face-to-face with what could also be described as an angelic face complete with curly blonde hair and shiny blue, extremely mischievous eyes. My heart melted.
“Get a grip!” I muttered to myself under my breath.
I smiled and he smiled back. I turned around.
This wasn’t going well. Something was definitely up.
I needed to find out what it was.