"Yes. Freezing is...bad." The words almost stumbled out, and he only had one real thought: What just happened? He wasn't sure what had compelled him to almost kiss Trish. Being around her was just so bloody simple and uncomplicated. Whatever. He'd just make himself a drink later tonight and not think about it. Ifthatwaspossible.
After another few minutes on the path, they reached the cafe. It was still open and looked very warm inside, so George stepped forward a few steps and held the door open for her. "Ladies first," he said with a small smile.