Angelina did the math quickly - if he'd only left school three years ago, he would be twenty or twenty-one. Being older than her wasn't what bothered Angelina, it was the fact he seemed so much older. He was mature and polite, a vivid and stark difference to the men she knew. If Ange was forced to guess, she would have said he was at least thirty, even if he looked a bit younger. Merlin, no wonder they got married and had kids at fourteen in medieval times. Angelina was learning the true meaning of having an 'old soul'.
"No, no, it's fine," Angelina said, referring to his formalities. "It's just different. I apologize if I seem rude," she added with a smile. "Our gentlemen are different than yours, I reckon. A common phrase is 'chivalry is dead', if that gives you any idea. It's not so bad though. I mean, we keep fighting to be treated equally, right? Not that I believe in feminism, if you even know what that means." Angelina realized she had begun to babble, so she stopped talking. Why the hell was she talking about being equal and feminism? "Er, yeah. Enough about that."
Mystery Fellow's question was precisely why Angelina hadn't done anything about swimming yet. Normally she would have stripped down to her bra and panties, but she thought that wouldn't be such a good idea right now. "Well - we either swim in what we're wearing, or our knickers. Or," she added with a twinkle in her eye, "we swim naked." Ange wasn't sure which option he would pick, but she was pretty sure it wouldn't be option three. As comfortable and as freeing as skinny dipping may be, Angelina figured it was a bit too big of a culture shock for him. Poor guy probably only understood half of what she said.