Bitterroot Valley Enter, Pursued by a Memory

He felt a sudden bloom of pride, when she said that she 'Wasn't big on socialising', because, whether or not that was entirely true, she was still here, walking, talking with him. And he was not so sure what made him quite unlike the others, in the sense of being able to hold her interest, but by God, he did not want it to stop. And so, he would reply, still grinning:
Lucky us then, hey? That yer not runnin', and I ain't chasin', he mused. But, with a raise of his brows, he added on, Yet, and looked back to Miss Twitch, smile still bright and wide. Met her hazel gaze with his own; feigning a scoff like it was a challenge. Depends, she said, and for a moment he felt his heart, his very soul, in fact, surge forwards.
Barrett hummed, now, as if considering. In the same breath, he spoke: I'll give ya five secon's, he offered. None more, n' none less.
He would wait, now. Wait, and wish for her to accept.