Freya walked out of the kitchen with another huge slice of warm, cheesy pizza resting in a plate in her hands. Zavian was patiently waiting at the dining table for her, and they smiled at each other as she kept the pizza in front of him. She then sat down herself.
"So how have you been?" Zavian asked her, resting his chin on his palm, and his elbow on the table.
"I've been... Fine," Freya replied, not really wanting to tell him the truth. "What about you?"
"Same," Zavian replied, "but I'm sorry for showing up unannounced, at this time."
"It's okay, if I had a problem I wouldn't open the door for you," Freya replied, snorting.
"Gosh, you're cruel. You'd leave me standing outside your house all night? What if I'd get robbed, or worse, killed by a serial killer or something?" Zavian s
