"I hope you like chocolate." Victor grinned as he handed her the bowl.
Rachel grinned. "What girl doesn't." She scooped up a large bite. "This is just what I needed."
Victor dug into his own bowl of ice cream. "When you said you'd bring dinner, I wasn't thinking of beer and pizza." He said with a laugh.
"I said I wanted a nice relaxing night. And this is how I relax."
"Pizza, cheap beer and rented movies. Works for me.
"Besides, this storm is too nasty to go outside in." Rachel said as a clap of thunder made the windows rattle.
There was a knock on the door as Victor reached for the remote control.
"Chris." Victor gasped as he opened the door. His grandson was drenched, his jacketless frame shaking slightly in the cool hallway.
