Horace was nonplussed. He had firmly expected her to start running, but not only was she still sitting there, she had answered. He realized he must have been giving her a deer-in-headlights expression and attempted to gather his wits. It’s not like he’d never been addressed by a pretty girl in his life; he’d been married, after all. It had just been a really long time. So now what? “Uh…it’s a nice place,” he managed, hoping he didn’t sound too much like an idiot. “Been along time since I saw anything green, even in the dark.”