She didn't care that he was looking her up and down. It was something she'd gotten used to. She hadn't always been considered the prettiest of girls, but she knew that her time on horse back had done quite a bit to tone her body. That and that fact that she was no longer trying to walk the line and be just right for everyone had built a confident young woman where a girl who tried to please everyone had been.
"Why not," she shrugged reaching down to take her beer from the table where she'd sat it. "I've not seen everything there is to see yet and it won't be around much longer." She didn't care if they walked or simply found a bench and took a seat. Romilda just wanted to spend the evening spreading her wings and broadening her horizons.