“Have I ever told you about George?” She turns in my arms to face me and shakes her head. I grin. “You know the big ugly gargoyle on the bell tower?” She nods once. “That’s George.” I chuckle softly. “The day you walked on campus, I was up there scoping the place out, talking to him,” she arches a brow, “Hey, think what you want but he’s a great listener.”
