He could just toss everything else aside and focus on the easier topic of the two, easier than talking about how many friendships have been made, how many people either of them know now on the island. He could. It should be an easy thing to do, all things considered. But the longer he looks at her, the more curious he gets, his gut telling him that something is off and something has changed, for him to go from a face that's supposed to be familiar to one that she knows well.

She's too smart of a girl to misuse words like that.

"So, Blondie," he starts, feeling a bit apprehensive at what she might have to tell him, but at least wanting it all to come out into the open. "What's changed?"