Leah sits on the couch, reading her Twilight book while Leona Lewis' Better In Time blasts over the speaker system. It's Saturday afternoon. The sun is shining high, there's white snow on the ground, and Leah is loving every moment of it. Only one simple fact has destroyed her day: she has a date tonight, a date she never wanted in the first place.
"Have you met the man, yet?" Chris says, sitting on the opposite end of the couch. He's molding a huge lump of Play-Doh in his hands.
Leah looks up at him and holds back a smile. She had given it to him for laughs, but he didn't exactly take it that way. "No, I haven't. Riley set it up without me."
"You should make her go on the date." He pulls off a chunk of dough and rolls it around in his hands.
"If she wanted to go out with him, she wouldn't have passed it over to me." She tries to return to her reading, but she's lost the desire to do so. "Ugh, forget it. This book is boring." She closes it and tosses it on the coffee table.
Chris leans forward to look at the cover. "Why the hell is there an apple on it?" he asks.
"Who even knows?" She takes off her glasses and puts those on the coffee table as well. She watches Chris play with the dough.
He rips off another piece and rolls that one as well. He sticks it onto something hidden in his other hand.
She raises an eyebrow. "You're really getting into that," she says.
"What is this shit, anyway?" He continues to mold the hidden object.
"Play-Doh. You've never heard of it?"
He nods his head. "If I did, it wouldn't be so fucking interesting to me right now. You got a pencil or something?"
She picks one up off the floor and hands it to him.
He takes it and starts (what looks like) carving. "I swear, if you tell anyone I've been playing with this shit--"
"You'll what? Kill me? You're not really in the greatest position to be doingthat right now."
He flips her off and continues his work. "I was thinking about something a couple of days ago. What's your full name?"
She looks at him, curious. "Leah Price. Why?"
"Price?" He looks at her.
"Yes. Price."
He stares at her for a moment. "Price...Price...Price..." His eyes narrow as he thinks. "Fuck it. It'll come to me."
Not sure what to say or how to react, Leah just shakes her head and lets it pass. She gets up from the couch and heads to the kitchen.
"Let me get a beer," he says.
She rolls her eyes and opens the fridge. She takes out a glass bottle of Budweiser and goes to the living room. She hands it to Chris. "There. Lazy."
"No shit." He twists the cap off himself and drinks.
"What does that stuff taste like, by the way?" she asks.
He looks at her, eyebrows raised up. "You're serious?"
"No. I asked because I thought I'd annoy you." She's been using sarcasm a lot since he got here. She hates that she picked it up but loves to use it.
"You're twenty-one. You figure it out." He sticks it out for her to take.
She grabs it and holds it to her lips. She waits to take a sip.
