George had just come back from joplin’s, after a small dinner with her. He spent his day in the archives, mindlessly drawing spirals and doing research. He put his jacket up, slipping off his shoes and trailing into the kitchen. He began oiling a pan, a small smile still playing on his face. He had finally found someone who would listen to his nerdy rants. He started mincing up some spices when he heard the familiar creak of the floorboards. He turned around swiftly, eyes widening slightly