Jackson felt that shock as well. It felt like electricity and excitement shuddering up and down his spine. He had to fight to keep from gasping at the strength of the feelings sinking deep into him. Normally he didn't like being touched without his permission but with her he didn't mind so much. It felt like they were long lost friends anyway so letting her take his arm seemed quite natural.
"I'm from New York, Greenwich Village specifically, born and raised. And it was a shot in the dark, guessing where you were from, nothing special," he replied, shrugging. "Your accent's cultured, definitely not Cockney or Inner London or something like that. You've spent time at boarding school so rattle off enough upper middle class neighborhoods in London, I was bound to strike the right one."
They sat at one of the empty tables outside the cafe and waited a moment for a waiter to come out with menus. She asked a question that Jackson could only interpret as, "Would you like something to drink?" but since he didn't know and he'd rather not make an ass of himself, he looked to the girl - had she said what her name was? He hadn't caught it - for interpretation.