Meadowlark Prairie And they say

She seemed to settle with his friendly greeting.
Gods, had he been too much when they first met? Probably.
He thought it was something to expect, but maybe they didn't think it was a one-off.
He still felt like it was something he had to do though.

A smile seemed to rise on her face but was pulled down just as quickly.
She was probably still just unsure.
"Not yet, your brother is better at this than me. I don't socialise as much as I'd like," he gave her a cheerfully wry grin. God, he sounded so lame. 
But that was the reason. He panicked over so many things in conversation...he just wanted to talk freely. Yet, he couldn't. Not yet.

"What do you think of the woods?" He turned his gaze to her again after it had been lingering on the scenery. He wanted to know how he could make it better, or at least seem better.