"Oh, yes, I'm very used to phones. I'm always getting calls from my mum where she tries to face time by putting the phone up to her ear." Bridget chuckled. "Fortunately, I'm not quite that old. But why would I get a new phone? I've still got apple care on the one I have." He might be the most charming phone salesman she's met.
"Oh, you're close. Homesickness." Bridget could sympathize. "I get that sometimes, when I'm on a long holiday." Or when she missed Mark. Sometimes she even missed Daniel. There was comfort in the familiar. "A good drink can help. Maybe you should get yourself a bottle of wine from home." Did that sound flirty? It wasn't as if she'd offered to share it with him. She couldn't even share it with him. "I mean, some other time, when you're not rescuing lost ladies." There, that might be better.
"Alright." An elevator? The food court? The building was metal, nothing like the courthouse. "Are we in a shopping mall?"