She turned to look at him and finished chewing her bite of pizza before answering him. “Well he probably is more comfortable than the floor but the only person I wouldn’t feel bad for sitting on is you.”
“That’s how I eat pizza,” he said. “It keeps my hands from getting messy and it has a chance to cool before I take a bite.”
“You could sit on anyone here and they wouldn’t care. You’re so light, some of them probably wouldn’t even notice you were on them.” He poked her cheek and nodded.
“That’s not right. You’re supposed to eat it like this.” She shoved half of her slice in her mouth, getting sauce all over her face.
“I’m going across the hall to change, hurry up,” He threw his bag over his shoulder, then grabbed a pair of boots out of...
“Well I don’t. But fine. Leave me to change”