“You’re still wearing your clothes from last night?” Fritz looked at Zooey curiously.

“I must of fallen asleep in them on the couch,” she said pulling off Fritz’s t-shirt and tossing it to him. She picked up another t-shirt that had been draped on the sofa and pulled it on hastily.

“You’re actually going to wear a t-shirt that says The Smiths on it, are you trying to be ironic?” Fritz laughed.

“Oh,” she said looking down at the shirt, “I didn’t notice that it was. Well, it will be a good conversation starter when Nasa comes over.” Zooey began rushing around kicking things back under the sofa and straightening the piles of accumulated papers on the coffee table.

“Are you ready?” she said to Fritz, who was watching Mr.Williamson try and attack a paintbrush on the floor.

“Yeah, sure. Hey, have you made any coffee lately?” He said peeking in the kitchen, and then into the hallway.

“No, I’ll get around to it,” she said, brushing stray hairs from her face and pushing Fritz towards the door.