Percent

"Dude, the show is about to start!"

2% 
If you base my improvement in moving on and disregarding my feelings to the person running in front of me it'll be 2%  out of 100%. I'm such a mess.

"Dude, it'll be your fault if we have to sit at the front again" He said tightly clinging his bag of caramel popcorn. Our favourite.

It's actually 5% now, because he just call me 'dude' again and if you're wondering, I have  complete pairs of s and ovaries.

"Ugh, just shut up" I cried. I imitated his usual expression whenever he said that phrase, usually when I mocked about his obsession with animes.  Not that I'm not a fan, but he's just connected to animes in a deeper spiritual level. Don't get me started.

We made to our seat as a movie trailer started. "What the-?" I glared at him "I thought we're late?" I hissed, removing my coat and placing it on the chair in front of me, good thing no one is sitting there-yet.

He chuckled "I'm just messing with you, you know how much I love watching random movie trailers right? Now hush." He grimaced, shoving a piece of caramel popcorn in my mouth.

I glare at him again as he winked. And ladies and gentlemen, we're back to square one. 0 ing percent.