"Couch is fine." Sharon moved around the back of the sofa and set down her plate and drink on the coffee table. She nodded as she moved, thinking about her latest case. Someone was stealing Christmas Trees. Hopefully they could nail it down now that Christmas was over.
While Sharon noticed that Steve was sitting on the crease between two cushions, she wasn't sure what to do now. It was almost as if he was taking up two thirds of the sofa at once. Was she supposed to sit hip to hip with him? Or settle into the far end of the sofa? Why did this make her so confused and nervous? She chastized herself inwardly. Don't take this so seriously, Sharon.
"It really does. Preya feels a lot smaller." She settled in the second crack on the sofa, finding that to be an appropriate compromise. She took her plate into her lap and gulped from her wine glass. "Sometimes it's almost boring." She supposed that was about to change now that he was there.