"Hello Mark." Bridget opened her mouth as if she were about to say more and then closed it again. She repeated that a few times, struggling to find the right words. Christ. She'd gone from verbally incontinent spinster to brain-dead goldfish.
"I am very glad to see you." She finally told him, because she knew the confusion on her face might not be conveying it. "I was looking for you at the courthouse and I got lost." She looked around and back to him. "I think I still am lost." In so many ways.