PHOEBE
”Oh, alright.” she said with a bit of surprise as she put the second glass away, unused, and recorked the bottle. She wouldn’t press the issue further than that, knowing some people chose to drink while others did not. So she simply took her own glass and curled up on the couch, legs tucked underneath her, as she perused a rather heavy medical text. Light reading that was anything but light, based on the way she took notes in a leather-bound notepad between sips of wine.
Eventually she paused though, glancing at Loren still in the kitchen. ”Time goes slower if you just stand there and watch it. You may as well grab something to read and make yourself comfortable.” she said with a small smile. Phoebe gestured to the bookshelf from which he could procure something to read – some were technical, others were fiction, all clearly indicative of an eclectic taste in literature.
Eventually she paused though, glancing at Loren still in the kitchen. ”Time goes slower if you just stand there and watch it. You may as well grab something to read and make yourself comfortable.” she said with a small smile. Phoebe gestured to the bookshelf from which he could procure something to read – some were technical, others were fiction, all clearly indicative of an eclectic taste in literature.
When the static clears
And all is said and done
I will realize that we all need someone
