Ernest loved the way that Abi always seemed to just throw herself headlong into any situation, no matter how strange and new and unexpected. She'd always been able to find the good in a situation, balanced out his cynicism, topped up his glass when his passion seemed to be running out.
She was right - he could worry about everything else later, in fact. Maybe this was all the time he was going to get with her again, but he'd spent so many lonely night praying for this. One more day, one more hour.
"That was my evil plan," he joked, catching that she had called him handsome and knowing that Abi wasn't one to flatter even when free rum was involved. He retrieved the bottle, pulled the cork out with his teeth, and presented her with the now chilled bottle like it was a trophy.