The moment was sweet and she enjoyed it while it lingered. It was nice, that contact. She didn't realize how starved for those little things that she was until he'd touched her. Max was affectionate, of course, but there was something different about the way he was with his affection. He didn't withhold it from her, but it wasn't as though he slathered it on like she might have liked.
She shifted to move a little in the line, nodding at the mention of their dinners being a break. She agreed. She laughed at the comment about Max. "I think Max just enjoys being difficult sometimes," she said. "Eventually he'll come around, whether he likes it or not," she smiled. "Next week would be good. Whatever day works for you. I'm off by five and I'm pretty sure Max doesn't have any other commitments."