Fate was a funny thing. Fate it seemed had sent Suzie Costello out for a litre of milk right at the appropriate time to hear the Welsh accent she knew well and to turn a corner just in time to see the paper fall into the bin.
She probobly should have been more serious around this particular newcomer, more wary, but all she could think of was that Jack was going to love this. And it was another for the Hub. Their teaboy. Oh yes. This would definitely proove interesting. And so she couldn't help the grin that crossed her lips.
"Ianto Jones" she asked, knowing this city sometimes produced lookalikes, But two Welshmen. It seemed a little far fetched even for LA. The telling thing, she supposed would be if he pulled a gun on her.