Their meals lay in ruins, and they had both settled back into their seats with the happy exhaustion of the well fed. Luckily the Mediterranean meal hadn't been so heavy that it would sit like a rock; Coop suspected they both had a long walk ahead of them once they made it to the boutiques. He drained his own glass, dabbed away any remaining crumbs or traces of tomato sauce, and rose.<br/><br/>"In that case, maybe we can wind up the evening with a tour of the furnace room - or I guess the air conditioning room, here. Maybe the garage. I thought I saw a golf cart go by the window earlier."<br/><br/>He brushed her shoulder gently as he laid his hand on the back of her chair, ready to pull it back for her as she stood.