The walls were painted white, all just pure white. He had already told her that his parents were gone to see his aunt, so she had relaxed. “All right so what did you need help with?”
At eight thirty the two were near done with their studies. A girl who is always a total bitch. “Zoë I really am enjoying this whole thing. Left in a bit of a hurry, should be home on Sunday. She walked into the kitchen, wanting for a glass of water. The den was carpet, a thin gold that felt gentle under one’s feet. Have fun but no parties please. She turned and smiled at him, walking across and sitting on the bar while setting her feet on one of the stools. She turned and smiled at him, walking across and sitting on the bar while setting her feet on one of the stools. Zoë dropped her bag on one of the sofas and gazed around. “I’m sorry about his place, it’s a bit big… here we can work on the table.
