Nigel had started to stand, a little unsteadily, much to his chagrin. He didn't know why, manners? Trying to make sure she didn't ignore him? He forgot as soon as she approached. She hadn't gone running by him, despite the lapse in their communication and he had to be grateful for that at least.

"Please," he gestured to the mentioned stool and managed to take his own without embarrassing himself further. "Are you alright? Is everything settling down in the park?" The drink was causing him to ramble and he knew it, but he didn't know what else to start with. He wanted this to be an important conversation, but was now second-guessing himself, a whiskey in and at the pub. What was he thinking?