Abby actually smells him coming first and turns in her seat to greet him, both surprised and pleased, but the moment she sees him and takes in those glistening eyes, the red face and slightly sweaty sheen to him, she stands.

"Hey — holy shit, stop yelling at me."

He sits. Abby stares at him, then — fuck it — sits down on the ground too, opposite. "What is it? I don't know what you're talking about."