<em>"What brings you to Maine?"</em><br/><br/>London thought about it for a moment, unsure of exactly how to proceed. He hadn't realized that he'd left his hand at her side for so long, and withdrew his hands, a bit ashamed. He blushed as he started unpacking the groceries he'd bought as well.<br/><br/>"Well, I've been out of touch with the world," he began, a bit unsteadily. "I was a writer, but I didn't really get out enough. I started to lose touch with the kind of things I wrote about, so I'm here, trying to get back into the world." London paused for a moment, thinking of what to say next, but his mind was blank. Hannah seemed to be personable enough, but he still had a hard time getting used to talking to people at all.<br/><br/>"I bought some booze," he said cautiously. "I don't know who here drinks, but I figured a few beers can't hurt." He reached into the bag on the table and pulled out three six packs of beer.<br/><br/>"I got Guinness, Sam Adams, and Heineken. Somehow you look like you don't drink to me."