Unable to resist as he laughed, Fiach rubbed at the back of his head, slightly embarrassed, "I live at the shop...so even if its not store hours, I'm still there..." If he wasn't so awkward and easily spooked, Fiach probably would have just outright said, 'Don't worry about it, I'm always there, the phone's always on...its not like I've got anywhere else to go.' But he wouldn't, or couldn't say that, and so instead sufficed for a much simpler response. One he hoped wouldn't upset her in the least, and when she said he didn't have to call, he gave her a reassuring smile, "I may be boring and uninteresting, but I do like having a conversation once in a while with someone other than customers and my sister."

Giving a small nod as Alex told him to keep smiling, he added a quiet, "I'm...glad you ran into me, too." Though he added a silent, "I think" to that, it wasn't something he'd express out loud. He was embarrassed enough as it was that he'd sat with her for this long and just chatted. That hug she'd given him when he'd had a momentary lapse in his mask hadn't help matters, either.

Clasping her hand in fare well, he was surprised when she gave him a kiss on the cheek, a light blush painting his cheeks in response. Barely managing a proper wave to her as she bounced out of the store, he wondered just how she seemed to look on the brighter side of things so frequently. It was hard enough for him to convince himself the day wouldn't end in a horrible accident or something, so seeing someone with such a different outlook on life was both frightening and intriguing all at the same time. Tucking her card in his pocket, he resolved to someday work up the guts to give her a call.

Even if he hated to admit it, having just one friend wasn't exactly a helpful habit, and he was interested in talking to her again. Having someone to talk with about Ireland was a refreshing opportunity he was loathe to pass up.