Why not? Orla took several bites of her chocolate ice cream with raspberry syrup and cherries to figure out a way to answer that question. It wasn't that she didn't not want to meet him; he was a nice enough person and they got along well enough, she just found it awkward to meet someone whom she had only spoken to through a bit of parchment and a quill.
So, she shrugged her shoulders. "I don't really know him, I guess. At the time, we had only had one conversation - about my pictures and his thoughts about taking a holiday. He didn't even know my name then. It just seemed awkward to meet him alone then." Then she hesitated before continuing on. "He said that we should meet here in London whenever I had a day off from work. -- Should I write him?"