tom went over to her house.  they had decided earlier this week that an evening would be great.  in fact this thursday would be incredibly convenient for both of them.  so they sat down and worked together.  there wasn’t a lot of productivity but the working part was still there.

she sturred all of their drinks with a knife, as she always did.

it was cold outside but no one really noticed.  he rolled up his but kept looking at other’s and thinking that it was a bit lopsided.  no one helped him or pushed him to succeed so he didn’t.  it was alright though because the team triumphed at 23:47 hours and promptly at 23:59 hours it was finished.

tom went home, cut down a tree and warmed himself by the glow of it’s cinders.

it was the only thing he knew for sure existed and only because it could feel the burn of the coles as he pressed his feet against them and called out for her hands.