There was her carefree laughter yet again, and it was really contagious. Before long, Ernest was laughing away with her as they made their way down to the coast. God, he'd missed this crazy, wonderful, beautiful woman.
"Ah, you've got me all figured out already," Ernest told her with a warm smile. Already he was worried that she was eventually going to leave again and he wouldn't be able to protect her and look out for her - but he could almost see his own Abi's face at that worry. Oh, so I can't take care of myself now?
Her next comment was a little suggestive and Ernest quirked an eyebrow at her, chuckling softly. "Oh, that's how it is, huh?" Oh, he could have an absolute field day questioning her and mocking her for that comment, but he had to remind himself that he was unfortunately a stranger to her. Maybe it wouldn't be taken as intended.
It wasn't long at all until they were at the beach - a rather secluded area that Hemingway only really knew about from being a sometime resident of the area. He disappeared over some rocks and slipped down a verge to place down the bucket and rum. Seconds later, he reappeared holding out a hand for her. "You coming?"