ebigail marston

You walked on the streets in Blackwater, many people passing by with wagons and horses, and on foot. Once you walked a bit further your shoulder touched someone. You turned around seeing it was a pretty young lady. You look at her and smiles “oh I’m sorry for that, didn’t mean to bump into you.” You said as you lifted your hat “may I introduce myself.” You spoke up, smiling. The lady who was now smiling too looked at you. I’m Kurt, and I’m 24.” You spoke again nodding your head slightly. The lady looked at you. “Nice to meet you sir! I’m Abigail, and I’m 23.” Abigail spoke up smiling at you.