A New Love

Six

I walked into the living room after showering. Spending my shift out in the heat made me wish I worked inside one of the shops. At least they had air conditioning.

Harry was sitting on the couch, his long legs stretched out in front of him. He was watching The Flash on television.

"Oh, hey," he said when he noticed me standing there. "How was work?"

"Very hot," I groaned. "And the people on the rollercoaster were practically leaving sweat puddles on the seats."

He made a face. "That sounds very unpleasant."

I leaned against the island. "Which section do you work in again?"

"By the main entrance. You?"

"The boardwalk. You know what," I said, "we need to learn more about each other since we are going to be roommates for who-knows-how-long."

He ran his hands through his hair. "You have been here for over a week and I don't know much about you except that you have two younger brothers and you like chocolate chip waffles and ice cream."

I smacked my hand on the counter. "Let's have dinner tonight and get to know each other. Should we order pizza?"

Harry grinned. "First thing to know about me. I love pizza."

I clutched my stomach, struggling to hold in my laughter at Harry's story. "Wait wait wait." I placed my pizza slice on the table in front of me. "So you are telling me that when you were a kid, you thought that the Navy Seals were actually seals? As in animals that were trained by the military?"

Harry let out a loud laugh, nodding. "Yes! I can't believe it." He shook his head. "I was such an imaginative child. How embarrassing!"

I wiped the tears from my eyes. "Oh, that is just too much, Harry. When did you figure out that wasn't true?"

He shook his head, grinning. "Sometime in sixth grade I think. Took me a while."

"Well I'll say!"

"Hey," he defended. "Anyone could have made that mistake." He took a sip of his beer and pointed at me. "It's your turn to share."

I leaned back against the couch. "Let me think."

"Who is your favorite music artist?" he offered.

"Oh, that's a hard one." I bit my lip. "It depends on my mood, honestly."

"Who would you say it is right now?" Harry said over a mouthful of pizza.

"I would say Børns. He has such a unique voice and his songs are pretty great."

"I don't think I have heard of him before." He took another bite from his slice.

"You should. I can recommend some songs."

He nodded. "I'll hold you to that."

"Okay, your turn. What is your favorite past time or hobby?"

"Easy," he shrugged. "Photography."

"What kind?" I asked.

"People, different objects, scenery," he listed. He smiled. "Pretty much anything that catches my eye."