"Huh!? Why that smirk?" Abigail frowned when she saw his expression.
He smiled before saying, "Well, Abby, I feel so old sitting beside you."
"Seriously? How old are you? You don't look so old," She narrowed her eyes at him, trying to guess. Even though they'd only met twice, his attitude seemed mature. And his face didn't look old. He looked young, and she assumed he might be in his late twenties.
He quickly glanced at her, "Guess my age?"
Abigail silently swallowed, looking at his beautiful smile, "Twenty-nine?"
He shook his head, "Thanks, but not even close, Abby—"
"Seriously?"
"Thirty-two?"
"I'm Thirty-five, Abby—"
"Damn! Ten years older than me?" Abigail gasped in shock. She didn't even think this man looked like he was in his thirties, more like a mature twenties.
"I know, right..." Sawyer chuckled. "I feel so old now."