"Um…well.." she stuttered, palms welling with sweat. "I was wondering if you could stay with me, if you want." She didn't meet his eyes. "Just for a little while.."
He shrugged, sitting back down. "Sure. Anything you want to talk about in particular?"
Prim breathed out a short sigh of relief. "Well, we've only ever talked about what's going on outside, and stuff like that. I want to know more about you." Her pinkish-red eyes met his hazel ones, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.
"Well…." he leaned back in the chair and folded his hands over his stomach, staring up blankly at the ceiling. "What do you want to know?"
"What do you like to do?" She asked.
"It depends on the day," he said with a shrug, gently patting a rhythm onto his stomach. "I read, practice archery, play guitar. Every once and a while I go out for a few drinks with my friends."
