"I'm sorry the typing killed your hands," Abigail apologized as she tried to see his facial features better. The darkness in his room had made that quite difficult, but the light emitting from the laptop seemed to help somewhat. He was just as handsome as he was in the pictures, even with that mess of red hair. She lightly chuckled as she waved back to him.<br/><br/>"So, we're actually here chatting, and I'm so nervous that I don't know what to say...I'm just really happy to be doing this and hearing your voice. It's exactly how I imagined it..." she blushed nervously yet bit her lip with an inner happiness that could only match a small child going to recess. Her heart was racing, her palms had began perspiring and she slightly trembled, though thankfully, the trembling wasn't noticeable. It was more due to her assorted mix bag of emotions that she had bottled in.