She frowned for a little thinking about the question. He probably already found out she wasn’t from here. “You mean if we are from London? No, we’re from California. But my best friend’s boyfriend moved here last year and we thought that’d be a great idea to visit him. And now they’re having shopping and I’m tired of it.” She chuckled.
“That was obvious that I’m not from England?”
“Hate to break it to you…” "But your accent sells you out.“
"It’s not like it’s a bad thing,” He let out a small chuckle, pulling the last of his doughnut in his mouth and eating it. The company had been needed— what else would he have done with his day? Work was over and he had hours to kill, waiting for his friends, he didn’t mind in the slightest. Besides, foreigners were always fun.
It really was since Allison almost hasn’t met new people and that little talk was pretty needed. She came closer and took a seat at the table.
”Don’t mind me to bother you a little? You seem interesting. And my friends are late so I have nothing to do.”
"By all means.“ Without missing a beat, Freddie solemnly nodded and gustured to the seat across from him. He was in the same boat— waiting and needing time to pass. A conversation couldn’t hurt.
