Trish should have known. She should have known he would have done something to make her jump. Though, she would have expected something far more explosive, than a simple "boo," but it did the trick. Trish jumped. It even was accompanied by a startled yelp of a sound.
"George!" She whined, turning to face him. She hit him on the shoulder with the journal she had been holding in her hand. That was promptly followed by a hug. It was an impulse to seeing the red-haired man that had been keenly honed over the years.