Ginny blushed at that. "My parents wee a bit strict. I didn't hang out in pubs much until I left home. And that was just a few months ago. So no, not likely. Possible, I suppose, but not too likely."
She looked at him closely. It wasn't even that he looked familiar. It was more that he felt familiar.
Just then, her tummy grumbled, letting her know that breakfast had long ago worn thin and she'd expended a lot of energy running around during the game.
"Listen, I need food. Care to join me? We can figure out why you feel so familiar over a steak or fish or, shite, lamb I don't even care, as we can here in the sun. And I need water. Lots of water."