“I’ve got lots of chains, I’ll go get you one.” Summer didn’t really wait for his answer, just turned on a heel and bounced off toward the elevator. “What colour?”
“Silver,” he called after her, before he simply decided ‘screw that,’ and loped after her, hitching his thumbs into his belt loops as he fell into step with her, before the elevator could close.
(There was also an otter in the elevator, but he was a semi-permanent fixture and didn’t really require any notice.)
She tilted her gaze up at him, grinning. “What, if you don’t help I might bring back one that’s too girly?” She insinuated her arms around his waist, snuggling her head against his chest. “I think I have one of the thick, heavy box chains like rappers wear, will that do?”