Unwrapping the package, Summer called back, “That’s fine.” She stuffed it in the microwave and started the timer, then fished a soda out of the fridge. “Should I get you a drink?”
“Sure, Dr. Pepper should be in the fridge, if you could get me one that’d be great,” Victor called back as he got the movie queued up. He rearranged the pillows on the couch so that they were bunched up on one side of the couch then sat down. “You don’t need any help do you love?” Victor asked out of politeness more than anything.
Two cans cradled in her elbow and the bowl of popcorn balanced on the other hand, Summer came back in. “No, I’ve got it.” Neatly she deposited her goodies on the table, then sat down on Victor like it was her rightful place.