Cam turned toward someone seeming to speak to him. A beautiful blond which with a bright smile beamed at him. "Colombian," he answered, perplexed.
Surely people weren't this cheerful? "Not many people in London like coffee, I've noticed," he'd picked up the habit in the Americas and Spain, but had never noticed it catch on, tea always winning that battle. Cocking his head he smiled, "You run Honeydukes, don't you?" He asked, recognizing her from his trips to pick up chocolates and goodies most months after the full for Maria.