He nodded in agreement, feeling much the same. Taking her hands, he pulled her down from the counter, making a mental note to clean it well before opening the next day.
The dog came running out of the shadows as soon as his name was uttered, as if he'd never been missing at all. George rolled his eyes, expecting nothing less from the mutt. "Upstairs," he said, and the dog excitedly obliged, running for the stairs with a few excited barks that said they weren't following fast enough. "No doubt he's hungry, but that's nothing new." He twined his fingers with hers as he led her to the apartment upstairs. Once inside, he motioned for her to get comfy while he fed the dog and found a blanket, then slipped onto the couch next to her, throwing the blanket over them, and pulling her against him, wrapping his arms around her.