Keeping close to him was more than for necessity of warmth. She felt safer entwined with his arm and there was this unspoken need for physical connection between them. Abi could imagine them stealing touches all night long, just for the sake of it. It made the night sky seem brighter, too. "The world here is so different than anything I've experienced. It's as if everything is much slower, you know? Everyone in my time is in such a rush to do things and get to places. I think I like the slow approach."
"No mobs, Hemingway," she warned jokingly though knowing his reputation, there might well be some kind of fight by the end of the night, whether or not he participated. "Oh god, it's this line that they say when the book nerds want to pick up a girl. 'I will seduce you like F. Scott Fitzgerald, but I’ll fuck you like Hemingway.'"