âTwelve and a half? Big boy.â She teases, combing through her bangs with her fingertips. âProbably for the best.. Not to good with dogs⊠obviously.â
âYeah, Iâm practically pubescent,â he joked, a rather wide smile on his face. âEh, thatâs fine. We canât all be dog people, right? But you lived here at some point then, yeah? I feel like Iâd remember you.â















