Flash back

“This is amazing.” I breath in awe. My feet move automatically, weaving between the deep reclining sofas and high backed, spacious chairs. One of the chairs is so big it could easily fit 4 people on it, the curved back has holes and trays built into it. Christian laughs when I put a hand down one of hole holes to see how deep it is.

“That’s for you to put your drink, so it doesn’t spill. The trays are for popcorn, sweets, nachos, French fries, burgers, whatever you fancy really. Not pizza though.” He laughs. My eyebrows knit together, why is that funny?

“Zander balanced a whole pizza there once, still in its box. Then he started to fall asleep and his head hit the corner. The pizza flew through the air and hit the wall before sliding down it, all the way to the floor. He thought it was hilarious. That pizza was half mine.” he pouts and looks like he was genuinely sad about his lost pizza and a giggle escapes me. Maybe he isn’t so frightening after all.

“When I was little I saw Find