He grabbed her wrist and stopped, trying to make her stop, too. "Hey. As I said, I have a car. I can just give you a ride once the movie's over."

She turned around to face Ian.
"Let go."

"No. Not until you tell me why you're acting like this."

"Ian, let go!" She yelled in his face.

"Hazel, listen to me," he said, seemingly unfazed, refusing to let go. "What is up with you?"

She blinked once he said her name, since he has never said that before... "Let go, Ian... "
She looked back at him again, her face was calmer, no anger was shown, and her eyes were soft.

He hesitated for a long moment before releasing her wrist.

Once he let go, she held her wrist. It did hurt a little bit, but she didn't want to tell him.
"I'm sorry... I broke... " She put her head down, embarrassed from her actions.

His smirk returned, playing on his lips. "Aw, that's okay. I did say I was going to put you out of character," he said, ruffling her hair again

She smiled a little, when he ruffled her hair.
"Yeah... you did." She didn't look up at him, she was trying to hide her smile.