My eyes fall on the one thing on the counter next to the stove; a knife block with tall sharp looking knives. I glance at my current weapon. I should upgrade. I can't believe this, I have a gun back in my dorm room. With the scissors pointing at her, I head to the knives and grab the biggest one out of the wooden block. The blade scratches amongst the block as I release it from its holding. It's so clean and shiny I can see my reflection clearly in it.
“Sit!" I demand, pointing to a high back chair next to a long wooden dining table.
She heads over to the chair and sits down, her legs crossed. I run my hands along the back of one of the chairs. It's covered with cloth, not like the metal chairs at the club.
“This is nice," I admire. Soft too. It looks like something that would belong
