He smiled and nodded, taking another drag from the hookah.  He made his way to his refrigerator and checked. There wasn't much but given some creative license he was able to start making a pizza.<br/><br/>He looked over at his strange but beautiful houseguest. He considered what to give her he wasn't sure I what wine or soda would do. Wine was expensive these days. However he'd managed to procure a bottle with his day job.  He'd won it.<br/><br/>He put the pizza in the oven and changed the record. It was now a smooth trip hop sounding beat, a woman crooning the song Stroker Ace.<br/><br/>He brought the wine over and a pair of glasses; opening it and pouring her some. "I'm not sure how this will effect you. So take it slow." He paused a moment. He wasn't sure what to call her.<br/><br/>"Did they name you?" He asked quietly looking into her eyes. "What do I call you?"