“Do you need help with that?”
Ice Breakers | Accepting
“Oh, uh...”
She let her replydie on her tongue as a hand reached up to scratch at her semi-dryhair. A small smile crossed her face as she turned to face him,letting her hand fall to her side.
“I guess youknow your own apartment better than I do,” she muttered somewhatsheepishly, mostly as an aside to herself before she continued, “Doyou have pots? Pans? You do cook, right?”
A little rude, butshe had noticed the number of pizza boxes around.








