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It's still nice enough, if a little cool, on the boardwalk, an easy place to arrange to meet with Jason. She's seen him around but it feels like it's been a while since they've really caught up, even if there isn't all that much to catch up on – at least in Abby's life.

Most of her changes have been internal, carefully worked through with Alana. She's still working at Un Chat Gris without any real plan for the future, but that suits her just fine. It's not as if she expects to be going anywhere for a while.

It's kind of crazy to think that it's been over a year since she met Jason on the beach, since they road his bike out to the old, abandoned fairground and talked about their fathers of all things. Since she'd asked him why in the world he was being so nice to her without so much as wanting a kiss.

Maybe that's the biggest change. Not always questioning motives. She trusts that there are people who want to be around her, now, trusts that she deserves a place in her friend's lives. Even if it's hard, sometimes.

"Hey," Abby calls, hand lifting into a wave as she spots Jason approaching the boardwalk.

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Soon it'll start getting cold, and if this winter is anything like the last one, riding his motorcycle is going to be mostly out of the question for a few months. Snow and icy roads and his bike really do not mix. With that being the case, Jason is trying to get as much riding in now as he can, so even though it's probably unnecessary to drive to the boardwalk and find parking nearby, he does. It's as much of a rush as it ever is.

He's a little windswept as he heads in the boardwalk's direction, but doesn't really care much about that, smiling when he catches sight of Abby a little ways away. "Hey," he replies. "What's up?"

"Very little," Abby says with a dismissive wave of her hand, though it's accompanied by a smile. Maybe it would be nice to have a million and one things to update Jason on, to show him how much things have changed since the first day they met (and since that day he'd seen her swimming in the ocean when it had been much too cold) but she's pretty content. "Have a nice ride?"

"Yeah, it was great," Jason says with a breathless laugh, nodding. "Trying to enjoy it while I still can, you know?" Really, he's hoping that this winter won't be as bad as last year's, that the roads will be better and he at least won't have to put the bike away for good, but it doesn't mix well with snow and ice. There's being reckless, and then there's being fucking stupid. "So how're you?"

"More of the same," Abby says although, come to think of it, he's seen her at some pretty vulnerable moments so maybe she's better than that. It's hard to know how she feels, honestly, in the wake of all of these changes in her life, but she also knows that most people don't want to hear all of that when they ask how someone is. "Still at the cat café. Haven't jumped into any frigid oceans fully clothed for a while, so."

"Well, that's good," Jason says, half-teasing, smiling crookedly at her. It is good, but he still doesn't really know what was happening that day, and he's not about to make too much of it now if she isn't. At least she's doing alright; he likes to think she might say something if she weren't. "Still at the cat café, huh? You like it there?"

"Uh, yeah, I do, actually," Abby nods, though she's not about to start gushing about the whole thing. It's almost a little embarrassing, how much she loves it, but it's also not something she's going to deny. It is what it is, a paycheck and a way to spend her days minus the misery of retail. "What about you? Are you working anywhere, or still just hanging around?"