Alex and Mark Chapter 2a
He followed her upstairs.
Her room was bare, with a few picture frames quickly turned over as she walked in ahead of him, and a blown up poster of their class graduating picture over her bed. There was a shelf of fancy leather-bound books, but no titles on the spines -- although he had thought he had seen titles with gold lettering when he first entered.
Alex stood still while he looked at her room. She only just remembered to get the ring to erase the story titles. What else had she forgotten? She couldn't make tea without water. She couldn't get water without leaving. Mark couldn't be alone in her room. What if he saw something else or, worse, left? She thought, ‘Ring, put fresh water in the heater!’
“Something wrong?” Mark asked.
“Um, no! I ... I'm not used to having ... you ... here, you know,” she said, laughing nervously as she plugged in the water heater. Sh