When the waiter arrived, Gina looked over the alcohol list. She was a fan of exceedingly colorful drinks that contained at least one piece of fruit, and preferably a stick with something sparkly attached. After a few moments of thinking, she settled on a tequila sunrise. The waiter took their orders and left, leaving the two alone once more.
"So where did you go to school?" she asked politely. "I'm afraid the only schools I know of in England are Oxford and Cambridge." Her voice was sheepish, apologizing for her American ignorance. "Oh!" she gasped, holding up a finger. "And Hogwarts." She gave him a sweet smile before dissolving into small giggles.