She dragged him out of the chair, around the desk, to a corner and pushed him to it, pointing to the floor.
He groused at her sprightly behavior, "Woman, you are so strange!"
"Shh!" She slipped her fingers into his hand and sank to the floor dragging him down with her so she could sit and lean up against him as he sat in the corner to her right. "We can eat like we're at home without a worry in the world!"
He reminded her, "Persephone, we are 'home'."
She paused and spoke a little crest fallen, "I meant our home, in our apartment. I mean your apartment." She turned a little sad when she spoke, "I meant our happy little home, when everything was fun, and we were just out seeing the world and enjoying ourselves; doing whatever we wanted when we wanted and things moved to our pace."
