After their orders were placed and the menus were taken, Gina looked back to Xavier with a smile. She hated these 'where are you from?' talks. Frankly, she was ashamed of where she had come from. She loved her family, even though they rarely saw eye to eye, but she didn't expect anybody else to love them. She'd be surprised if they did.
"I'm from a small town in Massachusetts," she said. "Not too far from Boston, if you've heard of it." Though 'small town' was a bit generous - it was a trailer park without wheels - it was the best term to use. "This is actually my first time in New York. I went to college in Massachusetts too, actually in Boston." She wouldn't give the name of the college unless he asked - Gina wasn't the bragging type, and Harvard to her had always meant a lot more than a name. After all, it wasn't like she went there because she could foot the price tag.