Tim was always drawn into this movie. It was so strange, and it was heartbreaking, and it was beautiful, and there were just so many little things about it that he could go on about for hours. But he decided not to. He just watched the movie, remembering the scenes from the hundreds of other times he's seen the film. When the movie ended, he snapped out of the trance he was in when he heard Sophias voice.

"Oh, um... I dont know, really." He said, looking around her apartment a bit, avoiding eye contact for some reason, even he didn't know why. Sometimes he just didnt want to look at people, be embarrassed, a bunch of things.

His eyes settled on a picture frame on the far side of the room, sitting on a coffee table. It had Sophia and some older woman, probably her mother, looking happily into the camera. He smiled a little.