She plopped down on one of the mis-matched couches as he called out from the kitchenette.
“Do you want something to drink?”
“Yeah, sure, whatever’s fine.” Small flat, craigslist furniture, no car. Yet he has an entire wall of books, DVDs, and videogames surrounding a wall-mounted TV that could barely fit through the door. At least he’s got priorities. She leaned back on the couch, kicking her feet out.
“Here you go.” He said, slightly nervously, handing her a glass of red.
“Thanks,” she replied. “So, what’s your favorite video game?”
“Kingdom Hearts. No, Final Fantasy X. Wait, Zelda: Ocarina of Time. There’s too many to choose from, I can’t pick just one.”
“Alright then,” she set her empty glass on the floor since there was no table. “What about your favorite racing game?”
“Nintendo 64 of course.”
She grinned. ”Do you have one?”
He gestured to the wall of video game paraphernalia. ”I’m insulted you had to ask!”
She laughed and refilled their drinks as he connected the controllers.