Chess, Dinner and talking, with Jim
George had most the stuff he'd bough still in Chris' room...he didn't really use his own room that often, since Chris had gotten here. He figured he'd go back to using it when Chris left but for now it just had a single change of clothes, his books and now, dinner a chess set, and the presents for Jim. Pretty much the room was bare, everything stored away and out of sight
He'd sweet talked the catering staff into some good food tonight, and his favorite peach pie, which was sitting in the warmer, next to some ice cream in a chiller. He hoped this was a good idea. Dinner was on the table, and he was idly paging through a book waiting for Jim to be able to get away from work to show up.
He'd sweet talked the catering staff into some good food tonight, and his favorite peach pie, which was sitting in the warmer, next to some ice cream in a chiller. He hoped this was a good idea. Dinner was on the table, and he was idly paging through a book waiting for Jim to be able to get away from work to show up.