Zach pulled his chair closer to hers and sat down.
He waited.
The room was sticky hot.
"You are angry," she says.
"I am."
His arm swings toward the shelves.
Zach pulled his chair closer to hers and sat down.
He waited.
The room was sticky hot.
"You are angry," she says.
"I am."
His arm swings toward the shelves.