“You don’t want your hot chocolate?” he asked, sitting up on the couch, gesturing to the two mugs which he had left to cool.
“Oh! I’m sorry,” she replied, sitting back down, feeling a bit awkward at having forgotten. “Yes, I do.” She reaches over to take it, taking a long sip as she does and closing her eyes. “It’s good..thank you, love.”
She looked around the room, at the old TV, at the things hanging on the wall; anything and everything, trying to stop the butterflies in her stomach. It felt different to her, somehow, in the middle of almost nowhere, alone with him. She wasn’t afraid, far from it. She wasn’t sure what it was. It felt exciting, though not the same kind from night’s ago.
What was this feeling? She felt comfortable yet awkward.
“Are you going to go into town and get some groceries after this?”
“Hmm hmm. We need to get some, after all.” he says as he gets up and picks up his mug, walking to the window near by and peers out. The snow has stopped, and the sun is coming out from behind a cloud. “Only fifteen minutes walk and I’m sure we’ll find all we need.”
Jack Maple 