Freya walked down the stairs, frowning when she didn't spot Zavian in the living room. Did he leave? She thought, and walked to her front door. She moved the curtain of the window beside the door and peeked outside, to see that Zavian's car was still parked in her driveway.
"Zavian?" She called out, glancing around.
"I'm in the kitchen!" Zavian's voice replied, and Freya raised her eyebrows in surprise. She made her way to the kitchen to find Zavian fishing for stuff in the fridge.
"You know I don't really like it when people go through my fridge," she said, crossing her arms as she leaned her back against the counter.
"Good thing I'm not 'people'," Zavian replied, turning to give her toothy grin, before his head was back into the refrigerator.
"What are you even doing in my kitch
