Elliot didn't know how he was going to get back home, but he really hoped that he could. He didn't know how he was going to make it in this strange place without Olivia. He missed her so much it hurt. Elliot let out a breath, and dug into the pie.
"This is good." He told her, and tried to imagine what San Fransisco was like. He had never been there, he'd never really been outside New York, except that time he'd had to go to Prague to catch that rapist. That had been for work, so he'd hardly been paying attention to the things around him. Elliot didn't know what he was going to do if he never got reunited with Olivia or his kids. "So you run this shop?" He asked, trying to imagine what that must be like, he had never done anything but be a cop, except for when he'd been in the Marines.
Elliot shrugged. "I've never lived anywhere but New York, so this will be a different experience." He said, lifting his blue eyes to look at her. He wondered how big Colligo was.