She shifted, watching him.  He was so awakard...but graceful somehow.  His movements were easy, though wrong somehow.  Once he located the shower, she stood there for a moment, gawking.  He was attractive.  And when he touched her hand, it had been like pure electricty going through her.  She bit at her lip, uncomfortable and shifted.  She'd worry about it later.  For right now she had to conecentrate on getting him something to eat.<br/><br/>She moved easily over to the kitchen and began cooking.  A chicken stir-fry with plenty of vegetables and a few carbs would help liven him up a little, and may even put him more at ease.<br/><br/>When he came out of the shower, she was just dividing the stir-fry into two bowls.  She walked over and sat one down on the nightstand next to her bed.  She lived in a studio apartment, so there was no tv room or sofa, only the bed and a small stand with a suprisingly nice flat screen tv on it.  She hopped onto her bed, and sat down with her bottle of water and her bowl and patted the seat next to her, indicating that he should do the same.  Instead of facing the tv though, she crossed her legs, leaned aganist the wall and faced him.<br/><br/>"So, where are you from?"  she ask the simple question and took a bite, trying to ignore her increased heartbeat at seeing him all wet and sexy.