[ Her forehead crinkles at can of Gatorade and she shakes her head, going to the snow-rimmed window that serves as her refrigerator. When she opens it, a gust of crisp air swirls into the room, pushing her hair back from her face. ]
Best I can do is orange soda.
[ She holds up a can for his perusal, then tosses it over before snapping open a can of her own. Mm, tastes like high school. ]
So what is it?
[ She arches her brows at him, nocking her hip against the kitchen counter as she sips at her soda. ]
no subject
Best I can do is orange soda.
[ She holds up a can for his perusal, then tosses it over before snapping open a can of her own. Mm, tastes like high school. ]
So what is it?
[ She arches her brows at him, nocking her hip against the kitchen counter as she sips at her soda. ]
The thing I left?