Abilene looked up from where she was still sitting on the cold ground when the door opened. She met Andrew's gaze with red eyes, clearing having been crying, and stood up, shaking. It was very chilly out this morning and she was grateful for the warmth of the shop, though not the situation. She stood across the room, fiddling with her hands and failing to meet either gaze. It was true, she was attracted to Andrew, and though she knew she shouldn't be, she just couldn't help it. Though she wouldn't say a word of that, no, that would be more than folly. Instead, she waited for the decision if she'd be staying or going.