Joey began taking the beers from Vanessa and placing them on the fridge, starting with the bottom trays. Each one could hold about twenty or so beers, and once they were full he moved to the upper main part of it.
“I mean, he can be annoying sometimes but, we’re still friends” I say with a shrug, not really minding him all that much. Sure, he had his moments, but he wasn’t always annoying.
As she handed him the beers from the containers, their hands touched a few times, just gently making contact as they passed beer after beer into the fridge. Joey wasn’t complaining, though. While he wasn’t doing it on purpose, he definitely didn’t plan on stopping them from touching accidentally. (edited)