"the cushions are too big," I said giggling after awhile nervous.
"what?" the guy said as the characters crossed the room onscreen.
"the cushions. They're too damn big."
"oh. Yeah my friend uh she's mentioned that."
"hey thanks for letting me stay. Or uh come over. I...i mean...unless."
"no you can stay as long as you want. And i'll tell my friend you said that."
"oh. ok."
the room was big. The tv was opposite us against the staircase railing. To our left was the kitchen. I was afraid he'd find me here even though, I wasn't sure if he knew I was here.
"hey I um," I began.
"yeah?"
"i don't have to drink all of this do I?" I asked looking into the cup.
"no of course...not. So um what do your parents do?" he asked as the tv went to commercial.
"well right now my dad is in chicago. And my mom's in paris."
"paris wow. Yeah the only place i've been is mexico."
"oh. Yeah I don't see her much."
the room was warm and oddly quiet.