“I’ll take a large popcorn, medium sprite and a pack of twizzlers,” Casper smiled widely, leaning on the counter the way he always did when he waltzed into the cinema this late. “Kidding. I was wondering if you want me to help you out?” He remembered vividly how at first, he’d pretend to just be in the area, buying a ticket for the last show of the night, no matter what movie it was, just to hang around to help Rowan close. It was a nice thought, knowing that they had moved past that, that now they were at a point where him coming over to give her a hand wasn’t considered creepy anymore. Especially since he tried to avoid sleeping and was up late enough anyway. “I’d totally still accept a pack of twizzlers as payment though.”