"Indeed," Abilene replied, mentally scrambling for the right things to say. The wind picked up and twirled her scarf around her neck and she quickly batted it down, still blushing, to see his face again. "I was born here, but moved to London at twelve," she said, then wondered why she'd said it. Well, as long as it kept the conversation going, she supposed nervously. And what on earth was she thinking, considering him a handsome fellow like that- while reconnecting after many years- what a foolish girl, she inwardly scolded herself, keep it together.