Zavien
His head bobbed, encouraged by her words. "Right right. We can just pick out the burnt pieces." As she retrieved the blankets, Zavien grabbed a bowl for them to share, sorting the good from the bad. Luckily, only a few pieces were blackened, leaving most of the bag untouched for him to ask, "Do you like salt? Butter?"
Then she was appearing next to him again with an energy that had him smiling fondly. He wasn't sure he'd seen her this motivated before. It was endearing in a way that had him pausing just to watch her, letting her run the show and all the ads in between, doing what he could to offer the means. Like any guy living on his own, he answered her question with "I've got water, milk, coffee, and beer," he laughed, shrugging his shoulders, "so it depends on what you want." Standing by the fridge with popcorn in hand, he opened a drawer to pull out the deck of cards, ready to follow her back to the pillow structure when she was done.
Then she was appearing next to him again with an energy that had him smiling fondly. He wasn't sure he'd seen her this motivated before. It was endearing in a way that had him pausing just to watch her, letting her run the show and all the ads in between, doing what he could to offer the means. Like any guy living on his own, he answered her question with "I've got water, milk, coffee, and beer," he laughed, shrugging his shoulders, "so it depends on what you want." Standing by the fridge with popcorn in hand, he opened a drawer to pull out the deck of cards, ready to follow her back to the pillow structure when she was done.
If you don't like the road you're walking,
start paving another.
start paving another.
