"Do you want to come up?" Georgia Thorne's face flushed as she felt the warmth of his palm, and she asked quietly.
"Perfect. I haven't had a tour."
Georgia Thorne didn't live on a high floor, and they were there in seconds.
'There shouldn't be anyone home during the day.' She opened the door to her apartment and changed her shoes.
"Um, I don't have any slippers that will fit you, so just come on in." Georgia Thorne crouched down, rummaging through the shoe cabinet for a while.
Only she and Nancy Hughes lived in the apartment; no men ever came over.
Elliot Sheridan grunted in acknowledgment. 'He didn't mind that there were no men's slippers. In fact, he would have been the one to *really* mind if there were.'
"Buy me a pair for next time."
"Okay."
Georgia Thorne agreed without thinking. It was only a moment later that she slowly processed his words. 'Wait, why should I buy him a pair?'
'Hold on, what is our relationship right now?'
