[She can feel his arm brush against hers when he moves closer. Abigail doesn't mind though, if anything, it only makes her shift closer to him in return.]

Well, they don't have a clue.

[Abigail grins at him, bumping her shoulder against his.]

I enjoy talking to you as well, Michael. Wouldn't mind doing more of it if I was being honest.

You could come to my place sometime. For dinner.