She looked down at her hands for a moment, quietly ruminating their conversation. She felt a spark of warmth grow in her belly when he smiled. He wasn't a bad looking man, and he didn't look like the type that would hurt her. And then it hit her that she may have revealed too much of herself and she seemed to shrink back into the shell she had grown around her, feeling as though she had torn her clothes off in front of the man and sat there naked and exposed.

"I'm sorry," she said, her voice cracking, "Perhaps I said too much." She cleared her throat.