Nora
I opened the pizza box on the coffee table, grabbed a slice and leaned back on the couch. I watched Harry as he thanked the pizza guy and closed the door. He sat down beside me on the couch, picking up his own slice of pizza. I could feel the tiny zaps of electricity from our closeness. We weren't even touching and the feeling was there. My breath caught in my chest as Harry's eyes met mine.
"W...w...would you like a drink?" I stammered, trying to come up with something to break the silence.
"Sure, what do you have?" Harry nodded, as he swallowed a bite of pizza.
"Ummmm..." I sighed as I walked over to the fridge. I opened the fridge door and stared at the pitiful excuse for groceries. I tisked my tongue as I tried to figure out what to offer.
"I have water, water, or water."
