"Ah, fuck off," Ernest laughed at her retort. She really was Abigail Knightly, with all her snark and short shorts. And he just knew that if he could get to know her more he'd find that sweet and caring side of her as well. He desperately wanted to fast forward, but so far so good.
He almost couldn't believe it when she said yes, but he wasn't really sure why he was so surprised. They were Abi and Ernie, the Princess and the Old Man, of course she was meant to say yes.
"Good," he nodded, as if he wasn't bubbling over with the thrill of it all. "We're going to the beach, of course. It's still June in Havana, but if you're lucky you might get the occasional sea breeze," he told her.