I eat romantic shit up. If I were asked to just sit on a roof and look at the stars id probably internally combust
a movie about two asexual aromantic best friends who have a best friend marriage for tax benefits
that does not end with a scene of swelling music and passionate kiss where they realize they really do love each other after all
It ends with a fist bump or something. I’m on board.
No, it does end with a passionate kiss and then one of them pulls away and goes, “Nah, still not into it.”