When Terry enveloped her into a hug, there was nothing for Dana to do but wrap her own arms around him and give him a good squeeze of her own. She had missed him.
Dana had stayed awake during her history lessons in school and learning about it in textbooks was far different from actually living. It was far less glamorous when all the inconveniences and flaws of the time that had only been explored as concepts and ideas were now issues that were to be faced in every day life.
With a laugh, Dana pulled the cards out of Terry's hands and looked through them. "No, it'll be a few years until they do." Deciding that there was likely nothing in his wallet that any register in Los Angeles would accept as a form of currency, she shoved them back into his hands, but keeping her hands on his. "Don't worry, I've got some cash you can use," she said, pulling him into one of the stores, "I'll even teach you how to count them."