Fritz and Zooey scurried to get dressed into something other than the mess they had adorned themselves with. By the time they were properly dressed they could hear a knocking on the door.

“Oh no! Nasa! He’s here!” Zooey cried, running around the apartment distressed.

“Shhh!” Fritz waved frantically, “Act natural!” Zooey jumped for the couch, frightening Mr. Williamson who flew out from underneath, hissing and clawing.

“Ah, perfect,” Fritz said happily as he went to answer the door. Nasa came in, looking around curiously. He smiled at Zooey, who sat uncomfortably on the sofa with a look of distress.

They shared an awkward moment of silence before Zooey made the first move.

“How about some wine?” She said, heading to the kitchen.

“Sounds wonderful,” Nasa said.

“Oh no,” Zooey said from the kitchen sounding distressed.

“Were out of merlot, hey, I’ll be right back. I’m going to go get some,” she called as she headed to the door.

“Are you sure?” Fritz asked, but she was already gone.