It takes a moment to catch her breath, the flurry of words of apology out of her in an exhale, and to brush hair out of her eyes. It isn't much of a reprieve when the excitable dog jumps, right onto Miguel's chest, and she feels terrible, tugging at the harness, reprimanding the dog as best as she can. "He is a terror, I love him, but he's a terror," she says once she catches her breath and watches as he kneels down to pet the dog, and as much as she doesn't want to feel it, a small warmth blossoms in her chest at the exchange. "He likes you," she remarks when he straightens up and a beam lights up her face when he doesn't cancel their lunch. "I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to see me a little less, my life is chaos," she follows, falling into step beside him, shoulders almost brushing as they make their way towards the cafe. "I wouldn't be able to handle it, of course, I barely see you as it is," the dog veers, pulling her slightly into Miguel, a hand reaching out to steady herself against his arm. "But I will find some way to make my peace. Probably with that medication you think I need," she teases, chuckling slightly, falling easily into their usual banter as they approach an outdoor seat at the cafe. "You got lunch last time, it's my turn. I mean it this time."